I celebrate my four month birthday on October 12th. Do I expect presents? I did until Noni told me you don’t get presents every month just every year. I really don’t like the every year thing.
She told me I have to remove the title of this post. She doesn’t want me to sound like a ghetto girl — no offense to you Girl From the Ghetto .
Anyway, life is good. Everyone caters to all my needs which aren’t really much right now. It’s not like I’m asking for the car. A little milk, a clean diaper and “Dancing With The Stars” and I’m happy.
I’m fortunate to have an ear piercing scream and they will all do anything to shut me up. I’ll try to put up a video of my award winning scream. It’s awesome. I haven’t really won an award but I bet I could.
Noni and I spend time each week sitting on a bench in front of the bookstore. We watch for DA’s. You’ll have to figure out what DA means for yourself. I’m not allowed to type the word. We certainly see our share of them, though.
Just wait until I can walk and talk then I will have a lot to say here. For now I’m just biding my time.
Time for a nap.
Noni can’t see so well. Rarely does she get photos in focus.
Whatever Baby Thinks 