My Dad is a baseball fanatic, specifically an Oakland A's baseball fan. He is introducing me to the American Pastime this spring. We have already watched some of the World Baseball Classic and Spring Training games. My Aunt Jenny also is conspiring to ensure I become a proper A's fan by giving me my very first fitted A's Cap.
I have been wearing my new cap a lot lately, and to all sorts of places - the bank, the store, Bogart's, in my stroller on our walks - and I get lots of comments about how cute I look. I sense a great deal of excitement from my Dad about the new A's season, something about a better lineup and some sorely needed bats. I am not yet certain what he is talking about, but I gather it is a good thing.
My big brother is a baseball fan too, although he is more interested in another team called the Giants. I don't know why yet, but some folks seem concerned that I am not wearing a Giants cap or shirt, but Dad and Mom don't have any Giants clothing and so far neither do I.I understand that I have baseball in my genes due to my Great-Grandma. She is of the Mathewson family, specifically she is the neice of Christy Mathewson, the hall of fame pitcher from way back in early 1900s. It is a bit of mixed blessing as he pitched for the old New York Giants and was single handedly responsible for beating the Philadelphia Athletics in the 1905 World Series.

Speaking of lunch, I am eating now two solid (if you can call mush and puree's of fruits, vegetables, and meats solid) meals a day. This has altered the consistency of my #2 bathroom events measurably. Mom thinks that Dad is best suited for diaper replacement.
I have been spending time too reading books and learning about textures and colors. My favorite texture is the back of the couch in the family room. Whenever I am on the couch, I must be able to touch, scratch, and pat on the couch.
Mom has been working on the house in order to make it a better place for me to play and for having our friends come over and dote over my cuteness. She really likes to play, cuddle, and talk to me. Dad likes to take me for walks in my stroller so that I can flirt with the teller and the bank or the checker at the store. Plus I get to ride in the coolest stroller ever.
Dad takes me to my aunt Jenny's house in Alameda, where he is working on a restoration project. I like that house a lot because it feels like family. I am very comfortable there even though I have not spent too much time there. Every time I do go there, I am totally relaxed and can feel the good energy of my Dad and his family. (Grandma Charlotte was raised there too!)