My exciting weekend

my exciting weekend 4.1.08

So let's see here:
Friday night, went to Whole Foods for the first time.
Saturday, went to see dogs
Sunday, went to Farmer's Market and Sushi!

Right now I have no problems sitting up.
I REALLY want to play guitar, but my hands are too small for Uncle Graah's Epiphone.
But I have mad chops, if only dad would let me jam.

I like grabbing books and then trying to eat them.

I'm teething like a $@#%^^&*@#$!!!er. Sometimes at night it hurts so I'll just start crying in my sleep. I wish dad and mom would get off their collective lazy butts and get me some Vicodin.

Nawh I'm kidding, Percocet would be just fine.


My two front teeth are in full effect, sometimes I'll be sticking my fingers in my mouth to teeth/soothe myself and then I'll take them out, but forget that I took them out, and then mash down to teethe...on my gums. When that happens, let me tell you, all of Mountain View can hear my screaming.

I love to jump, if you hold me on the floor, I'll just jump up and down. I get it from the girls at day care they seem to like to jump up and down, so I tend to do what the gals do. Did I mention I'm the only boy there? 3:1 ratio baby. awwh snap.

Today while dad was holding me against his chest, I decided to BASE jump off him, without a parachute. Good thing he had a firm grip on me, because I almost slid out of his hands and he caught me around the hips, holding me upside down while trying to get me back up without snapping my neck in twain. I think I must have caused some white hairs there. Oh dad you're hilarious.

I'm doing solid poops now. Personally I don't know what the fuss is about, it smells like roses to me, roses in the fresh spring air. Dad would have you think it smells like a cross between Sarin and Mustard Gas with a couple spritzes of VX for good measure, but he likes to exaggerate.

I also talk a darn lot, who wouldn't with all the turmoil in the economy, the ugly tactics by the Clinton campaign, the strange cold spring with hot days, and the growing ecological crises in developing nations. Plus the Olympics and persecution of Tibetans. Come on, China? What's the matter with you? Sounds like you a couple hours of Baby Einstein and some of mommy's mashed sweet potato. Don't worry, I gots.

So that's pretty much me in a nutshell folks. Goodnight and goodluck!