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, September 05, 2006

shouldn't my sqirms tell the man something?

my dad loves me. and i love my dad. by why is he always trying to hug me? i give him the obligatory yelling of his name when i see him; when i want him to pay attention to me; when he's not doing something mommy and i are doing; or even just randomly in the car while he's trying to listen to howard stern.

i'll even go so far as to give him a hug and kiss before i lay down to bed. i tell him and mommy "luv you" when they leave my room for the night.

but why must he always try to hug me? enough already. pretend i'm the cat. i'll approach you when i want to hug. otherwise, leave me alone.


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