Dip-Tet.

Smile if you like getting shots:

Grand-ma-ma.

Kisses for everyone:

Yoo-hoo.

It's just me again:

A toof, a toof.

Yup, elle spouted her first fang yesterday...to celebrate, we immediately went and bought her some beef jerky and taffy.

Not the best picture, but this is as close as I could get without losing a finger:

4th Grade Math.

Totally boring to most people, not many know that the 'second focus' in getting my Doctorate was in statistics. In descriptive statistics, using the percentile is a way of providing estimation of proportions of the data that should fall above and below a given value. The n-th percentile is a value such that at most (100n)% of the observations are less than this value and that at most 100(1 − n)% are greater. (with n as a value between 0 and 1). Thus: the 1st percentile cuts off lowest 1% of data, the 98th percentile cuts off lowest 98% of data, accordingly the 25th percentile is the first quartile; the 50th percentile is the median.

One definition is that the nth percentile of x ordered values is obtained by first calculating the rank , rounded to the nearest integer and then taking the value that corresponds to that rank.

Now that is cleared up for everyone - what does all this mean?

We found out yesterday at the 6-month checkup that 'little elle' is now in the 90th percentile for weight! In other terms, she weighs more than 90% of the rest of the 6-month-olds in America.

Don't believe me? Check out the booty:

The girls.

Orange-elle-o:

Help!

It's official, elle can no longer hold up her own cheeks:

Instructions for life.

This way, you can figure it out on your own:

The bouncy thing.

Here we have elle in her new favorite contraption...not quite sure how to describe it - other than to say that it doesn't quite match the rest of the decor - anyway, it makes noise and has these chewy things that she seems to enjoy. However, the best part is that it is on some sort of bungee system that allows her to bounce up-and-down like a mental patient:

Half-way to a year!

Here's to six months of pudgy-goodness:

Rub-a-Dub.

Marinating in the Jacuzzi:

Mmmmm...Mmmmm...Mmmmm.

If I had
my little way,
I'd eat peaches
every day:

Wait a second..

Why is everyone upside-down?

Flaming Love.

Happy Valentine's Day:

La Festa di San Valentino

Posso avere un bacio?

Need a laugh?

Hello, up there!

Sweatin' to the 80s

When you look good, you feel good:

Give a Hoot.

The littlest owl on the block:

The Seven Foot Monster.

I think I can see MoPac from up here!

It wasn't me.

Kleenex?
What Kleenex?
What makes you think I took your Kleenex?



Well...maybe I took a couple:

Park-life.

February, sunny, and 74 degrees - a perfect day to make a swinging debut at The Triangle:

Anura Hylidae Litoria Caerulea

Ribbet. Ribbet. Ribbet.



Ribbet. Ribbet. Ribbet.

Prison Break?

'They can't keep me locked up in here forever...'

Hi there.

A increasingly rare sighting of elle in 'relax' mode:

The Mr. Quackers Battle-Royale

After 5 months of intense training - the contestants meet for the first time in the ring and we have an intense stare-down:



Mr. Quackers looks to be in a frontal-submission headlock:



He somehow breaks free, confuses elle, and goes for the quick pin:



To the surprise of the crowd, Mr. Quackers reverts to the dangerous tickle technique:



Still unable to stop giggling, elle loses the contest in less-than-dramatic fashion:

Stuff on Baby, Vol. 4

Where is your elephant hat?

Couch Potato

Well...maybe not quite a potato - more like a tater tot:

Out and about...

Lost Dog? Very common.
Car for Sale? Of course.
Yoga Class? This is Austin.

Found Chicken?

Where is my Bluetooth?