February
3, 2000 Today I am
10 months old. Let me tell you, it's tough being little! Everybody tries to
help you even when you don't want help. You spit up on yourself and wet your pants.
And you fall down alot. Dad says that it happens when you get really old too.
I don't know about all that, but I am trying hard to talk and even though I don't
walk so good, I get around pretty quick. I'm pretty lucky that I am healthy too.
I like to play with my talking ernie guy that my brother gave me for christmas and
I like to sing. Dad says this spring, we can go bike riding now that I'm bigger.
(I hope he can peddle cause my legs are still pretty short and I get tired alot.)
Well, I gotta go. Dad says Mom will be home soon and it's almost time to eat.
I like to eat by myself. I love bannanas and carrots and cherrios and Mom's
cookies. I don't ever want to eat that nasty baby food again. Sometimes, when
I'm not hungry, I can throw my food all the way across the room. Mom says I'm going
to be a baseball player (I think Dad likes football). I pretend it's an accident,
but I think they're catching on. Maybe we can get a puppy:-)
Connor |