Mom just told me a joke here. I laughed, so she wouldn't feel bad. But how many times can you hear the "Horse walks into a bar..." joke? 

You can see the confusion in my eyes. Why must I constantly be carried around in this transportation device? It chaffs my...area. 

This is me at the park. I loved it there. 

This is me smiling. I'm starting to do this more now. It used to be gas, but now I'm just happy. Happy as a clam. Whatever that means. 

This is a collage of my many faces (and one of my tiny feet).  

I'm hoping my magic Sox socks will help push them past what Mommy and Daddy call, "The Evil Empire". Oh, and Yankee's Suck. They told me to say that. 

Not to toot my own horn.....

But I am one fine looking baby.