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, June 25, 2007

i'm terribly sorry....

...it took so long for me to give you guys an update. it just took way too long for daddy to dig the hole for the new tree i planted with poppy.


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