So Mom and Dad tried to starve me the other day. I mean I was expecting my bottle then all of a sudden they stuck this stick in my mouth with some goop on the end of it. It tasted pretty good, but I sure didn't know what to do with it.
Mom kept smiling and giving me more mush. I guess it's not that bad, but I'd rather have my bottle.
We went to Autumn and Guy's house a few weeks ago and they hooked me up with some cool stuff. This here is my exer-saucer, it's pretty cool huh?
Dad and I sat on the couch to read a new book. I thought I pooped a lot but that Perry guy is ridiculous.
Then Stout came up and we just hung out and watched some football. Me and the guys, it was sweet.
Oh, and Mom and dad said something about the kitchen being done. I don't know what happens in there, but I sure know that's where my bottles sleep. I get so excited every time I'm in there.
They love the new French Door.
The new colors are so much brighter then that old green. I heard mom say that dad is a great painter, so maybe he can teach me and I can help so that the kitchen will be completely finished.