Real Men Wear Kilts

Me and Dada checking out the sights

I went and checked out my first Highland Games a few weeks ago. I wore my brother's old kilt, which he outgrew, and Ewan wore his new one. Dada, Mama, and my Boompa were dressed up too. I had lots of fun walking around and loved seeing the sheepdogs herd the ducks. Too funny! I wasn't quite sure about the bagpipes but since I didn't scream when they played I guess that means I don't mind them. I know I will have lots more fun there next year, when I can REALLY run around and have fun!

All the men of our clan

Walking and a Rollin'

I have hit the big milestone of being able to walk! Of course along with that comes the many bumps, bruises, and scrapes. I started to take my first steps in July (Mama was hoping I would walk on her birthday. Ha! I did that weeks before.) And now I am truckin' along and still trying to find my "land legs". I can get pretty far before I lose my balance and fall. Of course I was getting cocky and thought "well heck if I can do this walking thing I MUST be able to do the whole running thing!" Uhhh...wrong. I tried it and failed miserably and in the process skinned my nose. Wowee did that hurt! Now I get quite the looks from people with my "new look". Oh well, I am sure it just the beginning of many many more "boo boos" for me....sorry Mama!

Trying out the ol' legs

My poor little nose

My Always Helpful Brother

I am so lucky to have the brother that I have. My face always lights up when I see him and he can always get me to laugh. He loves me so much and is always there is keep an eye on me or help me out. He even puts up with me tackling him and wrestling! I know our relationship will get stronger and stronger the older I get. He is my idol!

Helping me eat my lunch.

He is more than happy to help me unwrap my birthday presents.

We love just being silly together.

I love him...The End.