Here I am meeting Mr. Bearhead Beadbody. I've never had a friend quite so colorful, and as you can see, the introduction was a bit overwhelming.

And here I am with Mr. Giraffehead Stickbody. I'm admiring his lovely red spots as we chat about the weather in the plastic excersaucer jungle. Moments later, I tried to eat his face.

And here, Mr. Bearhead has just let me in on the latest gossip. Apparently, it's gotten around that I've had a hard time controlling my face-eating impulses, and the other plastic jungle stick animals are a little wary of spending time with me. "*gasp!* But it's not true! I can do better!"

Here I am emphatically insisting that I won't eat any more of their faces. (I'll only taste. One or two good licks won't hurt anyone.) "You've gotta believe me!" I said to him.

And here I am, sad and lonely in my plastic excersaucer jungle, ostracized from the stickfriend group. (well not really, I was actually staring intently at that orange thing. But I sure look like I'm pouting, don't I? Let's go with that.)

And here I am, having just received word that the plastic jungle stickfriends have decided to play with me once again, provided I don't bite. Hooray! All smiles once more...

For the record, I don't ACTUALLY live in my excersaucer or my jumperoo 24/7. Mom just finds it a great opportunity to take pictures of me doing stuff during the day when it's just the two of us, as I can't sit up on my own yet.