Goin' Places

HOLY CHUBBS BATMAN! I'm growin' like crazy! I'm 11 1/2 pounds now. Can you increase your body weight by 30% in 6 weeks? I thought not. I rule!

I've been really happy for the most part. I can see at least six feet away now, and love to stare at faces. I love it when my Mom and Dad give me lots of attention. I like to be tickled cause it makes me squirm. I see another baby right above me when I'm in my swing, but he doesn't talk back to me. Maybe someone will introduce us sometime.

So I've been to Shannon and Shaun's house twice in the last week. Friday was cool. I'm now BFF with Sam (pictures below). I snubbed him last post when I forgot that HE was the first dog I saw, not that noisy wiener dog at my Grandma's, but all is forgiven.

My parents took me back there again tonight. I DIDN'T LIKE IT! Adults can be pretty mean sometimes. Going places apparently means that I get fed from a cheap plastic imitation boob, clearly substandard, while the adults eat delicious chocolate desserts in front of me. I yelled at them to knock it off, but all they do is mock me. "Use your words. Use your words." When I finally learn how, I'll have some words for my Dad all right! I finally gave up and took a nap and things were ok, but I'll be more wary of these trips from now on.

Alright, alright. I'll quit whining. Here's the latest pictures. I know this is the real reason you all come here anyway.