Full sleeve.

Mom and dad were attending to Pompom when they showed up and found me covered in a full sleeve tattoo, designed by ME!

Dad washed it off about 10 minutes later. Apparently he doesn't think I'm artistically inclined. 

I'd beg to differ. I call this masterpiece, "birds." 

A little bigger...

Except for dad. He just looks a little older.

No...Dad is awesome.

He carried Pompom to the store and gave mom's back a break! I also suspect he could find a replacement mom for us because the ladies seem to love a man with a cute baby. 

And she slept peacefully for a LONG time! Yay dad!!! He's the best! 

Dad is good...

Mom's baby carrier...

My improvised alligator carrier with my baba in tow. Thanks, daddio! 

Attack of the oven mitt.

A tad late!

Here are some pictures from my birthday celebration! We had cake, I got some really cool balloons and nagypapa, nagymama and aunt Sandra bought me like 8 million more toys (which means mom has to pick up more). 

Dad was trying to fit my entire birthday cake into his mouth. Suuuuure you're on a diet. 

AND!!!! My Birthday card from great-grandma in San Diego finally showed up! Only a few weeks late thanks to the Hungarian post! Not so bad! 

Videos galore!

Mom has really slacked on posting videos because she doesn't have a whole lot of time to sit on the desktop computer.  Pompom has been sleeping ALL morning so the apartment is finally clean AND mom can answer a few emails! YAY!

Of course...

Mom is awake the ONLY time that we are both asleep! 

Nice try with the flash, mom!! We're not getting up! 

Success...

Mom took both of us to the park, and everyone came home in one piece. 

Pompom ate and slept...

And I sat and socialized with the other moms. 

Supervised babysitting.

I actually really like my sister!! Just wait until we're 14 and 16! 

Dinner

This is what happens when dad is in charge of dinner. 

No pants and ribs in bed!!! He's seriously the best. 

Mom looks away for two seconds...

Remote ice skating!! 

I'm now ripping up an important document. 

This is what happens when dad leaves me alone to torture mom. It's pretty great. 

Mom is overwhelmed.

But still managed to take us both outside, alone, for 20 whole minutes before I fell flat on my face and ate dirt and bird feathers. Needless to say, it was a great first trip. 

Mom will commence rehibernation in three, two, one...

Future pilot.

The sight of airplanes flying over the Daube (and our balcony) is the ONLY thing that motivates me to put on pants. Watch out boys!