Sunday, July 23, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Getting used to the new house

I got to admit - when they first showed me the crib I was a bit overwhelmed. Who puts two mobiles on one crib? I like the room's sports theme though.
I'm embarrassed to say I've been spending a heck of a lot of time on this changing table.
Here's some photos mom and dad took while I was sleeping. I fit quite nicely in the bean bag chair.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
The Next Houdini

Mom and Dad seem to like to pin my arms down, but I always find a way to escape. They are going to have to try harder than this. General approach is kick, kick, twist, twist, or sometimes kick, twist, kick, twist.
Sometimes I randomly cry and get the "Maybe we wrapped him up too tight" response. That cracks me up.
24-hour mini mart replaced by this bleak crib

Well, I was getting to eat pretty much anytime I wanted, and now I am stuck in this uncomfortable bed. I knew it was a mistake to come out, but when they went in after me, what am I supposed to do?
And what's the deal with pinning my arms back? Do they think I am going to drive away with the family Jetta? Sheesh.