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.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

what the hell is going on here?

so get this...

my mommy's in this weird phase where she likes to contort my hair as if i'm from whoville. i don't even know what whoville is. but mommy and daddy just laugh and laugh. be quiet and clean my pits, stupid.