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, December 19, 2005

lovin' the cool weather

the folks haven't let me play in the white stuff yet, but i love looking at it. and the cool wind across my face is fantastic.


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