18 Months

I turn 18 tomorrow. This is the day Dad and Mom have been talking about since I was born. I hope my college savings is fully funded. I'm not sure whether to join the military or go sign a lease for an apartment. I mean, at the rate Dad and Mom are packing these days I'm fairly certain I'm gunna need to find new digs asap. Huh, asap? The fact that I used "asap" proves I am going through life full steam ahead. 18. Yep. I'm planning to vote in the presidential election next year. I'm gunna write-in Lightning McQueen. He will without a doubt tap Mater to be his VP and all the world's problems will be resolved in about 116 minutes. I love those guys!

So, before I enter this exciting new stage of life, I wanted to recap the last few weeks of my childhood.


I got new shoes. These are my first hard sole shoes. They aren't specifically designed to be bowling shoes, but I'm pretty sure they'll work, and I'm fired up about saving that $2.50 rental down at the lanes.




I older I get the cuter I am. Just the opposite of Wagen.





Here's a side view of my new haircut. Sweet!





You'll rarely find me without a hat these days. I love'em! Some days I require Mom to wear one as well. I don't want her to miss out on the fun. And look closely, I've got my hands full. So many cars and trains, so little time between meals, diaper changes, naps....




The weather has been awesome lately. Lots of time to play outside and get some Vitamin D. Laps across the drive way give me a good cardio workout, too.