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.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

what a great idea

so on the way to daycare this morning, dad was telling me all about blogging. apparently, he was thinking about putting a post on his site about changing mommy's tire this morning. anyways - it dawned on me....what better way to finally be able to communicate with those faces that i see from time to time. i sure as hell don't understand them. and although they try to speak my language, its complete gibberish. they'd don't know their goo's from their gaa's. imbeciles.


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