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, October 31, 2005

halloweenie

my parents had this wonderful idea for halloween this year. apparently, they used to have these knock-down, throw out parties in their youth, but their move into adulthood/suburbia forced them into taming that side of themselves. this year, dad planned on rolling the grill around and serving hot dogs and beer to the neighbors and his work friends that showed up. as such, when he came across a costume to dress up a child like a freaking hotdog, he couldn't resist.



so what happened? my parents stuffed me in this thing and then got only one picture. its not the best, but i love mommy's smile. dad's being his usual, corny self by acting like eating me. i only wish they would've paid a little more attention to me than the grill, the friends and the beer. at least they had the wherewithall to stuff me in a blanket to keep me warm.


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