coo's from the crib (or, my life as a baby)

Every morning on the way to day care, I tell my dad what's on my mind. I've asked him to pass the news on. I'm sorry if he misinterprets some of my coos as swear words....sometimes I get so frustrated that he doesn't get it right. But, hey, I'm just a baby and lack the manual dexterity to type for myself.

Sunday, June 19, 2005

my parents are drunks

what a great time for a baby. my parents took me to the harrisburg brewers fest yesterday (saturday). i'm surprised i even got in. i don't think i was allowed, but daddy dropped a name and got us in. apparently, he helped the organizers do a bunch of work for this, so when he was starting to get turned away, he had them call his client, who allowed us in.

i don't blame the ticket-takers for not wanting us to come in. what kind of irresponsible parents take their kid out to a day of drinking? come on!


daddy (left) and his co-worker, kristina


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