And they said I would never hold my own bottle..bah

Well did I prove my parents wrong or what? They have been trying to get me to hold my own bottle for sometime now. I always figured why would I, when my mom can do it for me. I have plenty of time in life to do things on my own, and quite frankly, she really has nothing better to do with her time. This is how I felt anyway, until dad came home from the "candy store" and presented me with this new kinda bottle. Wow! Now we're talkin. I grabbed a hold of that bad boy and proved them both wrong. I can so hold my own bottle!!!!

Anyway, enough of that. They are still on my case though about no teeth, but there again, why when my mom can chew that for me too (she really doesn't but she mashes it for me). Just another thing to harp on the Soy Soy for.

For all you head rag lovers out there, just thought I had to show you what happens when my Annie Mannie (Amanda) babysits me. Yes, it's pink. Your eyes did not deseive you. Anyway, regardless of the pink rag, I have a blast at there place.

I am very busy though, but the pounds don't seem to be coming off. I am over 25lbs now and probably about 29-30" tall. I have been doing a little weight lifting also cause I hear the play ground can be a pretty tough place, so I will go prepared. Plus my mom keeps saying stuff like "remember sonny, I am still stronger than you". Not for long, mother.


My favorite things to play with right now are the toaster oven. The door opens and closes and opens and closes and opens and closes. It really is a lot of fun. I also like playing in the laundry detergent. Well the lid anyway. It opens and closes and opens and closes. The stereo is a blast too because it has these two, well only one now cause I broke one, little compartments that also open and close. If any of you out there are looking for a Christmas present for me, quite possibly something that opens and closes would be something I would enjoy. You think?

Well before I sign off, just want to give a great big shout out to my Auntie Cree Taw Taw and Uncle Cree Taw Taw out in Russia. We miss you and love you both. My mom shows me your picture on the fridge everyday and tells me who you are. It is like dahh already but you know her. She likes to hear herself talk. Crystal, mom says she has also been having a few "white Russians" in your honor. Cheers!