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, May 08, 2006

life immitates art

some time ago, daddy posted an artist's rendering of my teeth. since then, i've gained a couple more on the bottom and can actually take bites out of things. thus far, i've bitten a banana, crackers, gnawed on a carrot, mommy's finger, reeses' peanut butter egg and daddy's finger (the last two happening at the same time).

the folks finally snapped this pic of my choppers.


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