Thursday, March 09, 2006
No One Gets My Giraffe!!!!
There. I said it. Giraffe is mine. Now that I've figured out how to hold onto him, there's no getting him back. His place is with me. We play and have fun together, just like my two Eeyores, Peanut the Elephant and my rattle. Hands off buster, or I will be forced to do something.
Speaking of doing something, sorry it's been so long since I've posted an update. Daddy, my typist, hasn't been home much lately and just hasn't had the time to help me update everyone. He's been pretty busy. Last week, he went to something he called a state wrestling tournament and was barely here at all for t
hree days. I don't know what state, wrestling or tournament are, but I know they stole my Daddy.But, Daddy's here now, so we're filling in.
The rolling over continues to progress beautifully, though I still get mad because it doesn't work like it should. I expect to be able to do it because I know how it should work. This not having it work stuff is really ticking me off.
I'm trying to talk, too. I have all these things I want to say, but Mommy and Daddy keep making sounds back at me. I think that means the words don't come out how I want them because I've heard Mommy and Daddy make words. I want to know how to make words, specifically hungry and change me. Those are need to know words. I really don't need to know how to say encyclopedia yet. Food? Sure. Abstract? Not really.
Life as a baby is what it is: Difficult. There needs to be a sensor for when I need food or I'm wet. That way, there's no need for me to yell at Mommy and Daddy. I don't like yelling at them. They're neat people, after all.
I'll be three months old in three days. Daddy said that's a milestone. I guess that means I need to be excited. OK.
Talk to you all again soon.
# posted by Connor @ 9:27 AM 
