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 17, 2005

i'm not really this tall.

true...i am in my pack and play.

true...my head is sticking above the top of it.

HOWEVER, there's a little bassinet thingie that goes on the playpen while i'm young. so when my folks sit me in here, i've been pulling myself up on my knees to look over. i don't think they like it when i do that. in fact, daddy took the bassinet off yesterday.