This was an action-shot taken of me. I was seconds away from escape. Only two things held me back: my inability to crawl or walk and the thing mommy flashes in my face all the time. It blinds me for a split second - enough time for her to scoop me up. Blasted all! 

I think the shirt speaks for itself. 

Me and Mom... 

Dad and I have been practicing our ventriloquist act. Guess who is the dummy in the show? I'll give you a hint: it's not the guy in the baseball onesie. (don't tell Dad I wrote that).
 

The furry thing strikes again. It's lucky to have come yet again while I'm sleeping. Patience my dear furry thing. Patience. 

This was me during the first Patriots game of my young life. I am happy to report that they won, but Daddy says they were lucky and played like poo-poo for the first half. The look on my face you ask? Uncle James farted. I can tell you it was none-to-pleasant! 

I think this thing is broken, because all it does is go up and down. I have put a call into the manufacturer. Although, I did find the yellow bear on the front slightly entertaining. He has little balls in his belly. I call him the Triple-B, or the Ball Belly Bear. Pretty creative for 2-months, eh? 

That's right ladies, please get in line. The chick magnet is officially open for business. 

Just random happiness is all.
 

I was making the bed and next thing you know... 

Here I am fast asleep in my swing. Mom says the swing helps keep her sane. But I don't understand why, she isn't the one using it.....