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.

Monday, September 19, 2005

a few seconds sooner...

...and you would've found my dad using the toilet.



and he told me he was stuffing me in this thing to go for a walk! what a bastard.


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