“My how I’VE grown”???? All I hear from people is how big I’ve gotten. I don’t understand, I mean, really I JUST got back from the Dr. and he said I weighed 15 pounds and 20 some inches long…I’m sorry but the people who say how big I am have to be at least twice that size! I’m not saying I mind the attention but let’s face it, if you’re gonna talk about how BIG people are, maybe those people should go to the Dr. so he/she can tell them how big THEY’VE gotten.  Seriously, all these people have to be over 3 feet tall (that’s almost a meter for all my UK readers…yes, I know I’m a baby but I also know there’s a whole other world out there).

For those of you who were waiting for me to write for a long time, I just want to say that I forgot to write something after mother’s day (it was a pretty busy day) and I didn’t want to write around father’s day just in-case people might think I was picking favorites. When it comes to my favorite as far as my parents go I have to say I DO have one. But i’d never say on this blog, just because  my parents might read this. But just between you and me, let’s just say my favorite also feeds me (shhh, don’t tell, I have a feeling that my least favorite will have something I want down the line).

And since this also happened since I last wrote, I’d like to congratulate the Detroit Red Wings on winning the cup! I’m so happy that such a great team could share my birth year to celebrate their winning too.

I really have to apologize for not writing sooner. I know how long it’s been so quit calling my parents and complaining. Here’s the deal, my dad has totally been hogging the computer…something about drawing or supporting his family or something. I don’t know why it takes so much more to support me, I only weigh like 12 pounds.

Let me catch everyone up on what’s been going on. 1st I took my first road trip…it was 2 HOURS!!! it was SOOOO long. I got to go see my grandparents down south. I don’t know how far south it was because I haven’t seen a map yet. All I know is it seemed to take forever so i had to cry to let my parents know how much I hated it. That was a week ago.

2nd I’ve been watching the NHL playoffs with my dad. I know this is fun because he shouts and screams almost as loud as me when I need a diaper change. My dad roots for this team called the Red Wings and since they had the best record in the league the year I was born they may as well be my favorite too.

Lastly I’d just like to say what a great job my mom is doing. I keep trying to throw her for loops with my “schedule” but let’s face it, she’s been around longer than me and probably knows the tricks. She takes me grocery shopping sometimes…that’s fun because there’s a bunch of bright lights and things beeping.

Anyway, I think I’m going to take a nap now…my fingers aren’t that big yet and typing is a lot more difficult for an 82 day old than you may think.

I’m coming to the realization that my parents have no idea what they are doing. I’ve looked around (for the few seconds I can lift my own head) and I haven’t seen any other babies around here. I don’t think these people have ever even handled another baby. Don’t get me wrong, they seem really nice but when I start crying it’s like they don’t even get what I want. I’m wet, they stick a boob in my mouth, I’m hungry and they change my diaper. It’s like, c’mon people! If I’m off base here let me know, I just think if people are going to take care of babies they should know what they’re doing.

Well, it’s been about 3 hours since I last slept and I’m seriously tired. I think I’ll go to sleep for 20 minutes and then wake up again. More later.