Carribean Fireman with toilet paper

Oh Wow! How quick I can get behind in blogging.  Friday, Jessie was standing in the den with me and Larry and she took her first witnessed step.  It was a kind of a twist-turn-step-fall.  She doesn't seem to mind all the falls. I guess the Good Lord gave her plenty of padding. (Smile)  Saturday, she followed me to the bathroom and had so much fun pulling the toilet paper off the roll and tearing it into many tiny pieces. She was excited at this new found skill, although she didn't seem to like that it got cleaned up as soon as it hit the ground.
Saturday we all went to IHOP (International House of Pancakes) and ate stuffed french toast with strawberries, eggs, hashbrowns, and bacon.  Jessie was all bright eyed and waving to everyone that walked by our table.  She and we loved the sweet attention.  She is such a Social Bug!  There was a table of Nashville firemen eating when we arrived.  As they walked by our table to leave (Jessie being seated in a highchair in the aisle), she reached up and grabbed the first firemans arm. He was startled and thought he had accidently brushed up against her and stopped to apologize.  When he looked down at her, she was smiling wildly. It was a sweet site to see a fifty year old stranger man in a macho profession to have his heart melted so quick.
She still loves watching Mr. Squirrel everyday. She gets the biggest 2 teethed grin and crawls as quick as she can to the den window/door. This is all fine until she gets overcome with excitement and bangs hello on the glass with her head and hands. Of course, Mr. Squirrel gets scared and runs away to the rooftop or pool below.
Jessie used to not like fruit and gag at the first or second bite.  Now mommy puts it in rice cereal and she loves most flavors.  Her favorite so far is apple-strawberry-banana. She tried a new fruit ---mango..  She loved it so much that I think she is practicing eating like she is in the Carribean. I told her that Gaga eats stuff like that on his business trips.  Maybe she can go there someday with Nana and Gaga.
Love,
Holly