Hey Y'all! My name is Eva and this is my blog. I am 8 months old. I'm a Pisces. I love long walks on the beach and sticking my dad's car keys in my mouth. My favorite color is pink. At least it has to be 'cause it seems that's all I wear. I like going bye-bye in the car and staying up late. I love to PARTY!!! Just like mom. (I mean the part about partying, not the part about the keys.)
This is me after the first cold snap of the year. Dad freaked out because the temperature dipped below 65. He's kinda like that.
They put me in the tub and make me look like Colonel Sanders. Then they laugh and take pictures of me and put them on the internet. There goes my rep.
Here's Mom and I at Multnomah Falls. She's smiling because Daddy is taking her picture. I'm smiling because they just changed my diaper. Ahh...Huggies.
This is my new car seat. You wanna talk about riding in style, this baby IS style. Dat's how I roll, yo.
Here's Mommy and I at the Clarno Palisades in the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument. The cliffs of the Palisades are the most prominent landform in the Clarno Unit. The Palisades were formed 44 million years ago by a series of volcanic mudflows called lahars . These lahars preserved a great diversity of fossils in an environment very different from that of today. At that time, volcanoes towered over a landscape covered by near-tropical forest fed by approximately 100 inches of rain per year. Tiny four-toed horses, huge rhino-like brontotheres, crocodilians, and meat-eating creodonts roamed the ancient jungles. Do I look like I give a crap? Heck no. I want boob.
He thinks he's the only one who knows how to use the GPS. When he's not looking I'll re-program it to take us to Babies R' Us. Baby needs a new outfit.
I know we can get to Disneyland from here, just gimme a minute.
Here's my Mommy and me at the Painted Hills. I have my very own pioneer girl bonnet. My mommy and daddy like to dress me in silly outfits. They can't help it, they're wierd.
HEY EVERYBODY!!!! Here's some more pics for my fans.
Barney the Purple Dinosaur can kiss my...you know.
Busted!!! For being too cute of course.
Check out the booties. Pretty cool, huh? Don't worry, they're not real dinosaur heads. No animals were harmed in the making of this blog.
This is Papa T. Papa T is Mommy's Dad. Papa T is also Uncle Buster's dad. Uncle Buster eats cat poop. Papa T doesn't. I think. Papa T is getting used to me. He doesn't get the "deer in the headlights" look any more. 
See what I mean?
