...and Equal Time for Mommy too!

Gotta mention mommy too!!

Hugging Daddy...

...just a cute picture of me hugging daddy while watching Sports Center!

My First Blizzard...

Mommy and Daddy went to Dairy Queen and had Blizzards! And once again, I thought I was *FINALLY* going to get some ice cream! This really delicious looking Blizzard was set down next to me, and I looked at it and then I looked at Mommy and Daddy for a clue as to how to eat it...


And then they took it away. WHERE IS MY BLIZZARD, huh? Here I am, nearly 4 month old, and I've yet to have any ice cream. Is that fair? Face it -- it's been the toughest 4 months of my life and nobody will give me any. I'm getting really annoyed!!

Swing!

Daddy bought me a home swing, so I don't have to venture to Grandma and Grandpa's place to swing any more... But he didn't get it, as the only reason I liked to swing was the fuss that Grandma, Grandpa, Hopps the Dawg, and everybody ELSE made over me...


But sometimes I'll just sit there and pretend to enjoy it. So it isn't THAT bad...

Learning to Crawl

People keep making a big deal over this "crawling" thing. To "encourage" it, mommy or daddy plops me down on my stomach a couple times a day and then proceeds to watch me roll around like I'm actually enjoying it...


Well, let me tell you something : I DO NOT ENJOY IT ONE BIT! It's hard work.


In fact, there is only one solution:


SCREAM VERY LOUDLY until someone picks me up and takes me where I want to go! It is sure easier then walking! Some day, one of us will learn -- and I'll bet it'll be them!

REVENGE!

Oh, I got them back for saying I looked like Mini Me -- I threw up all over their bed last night! Muhahaaaahaaaahaaaa!

Perhaps this will teach them -- I'm not "Mini Me" -- I'm the real thing, Doctor EVIL! And like Blofeld in James Bond, I'm the head of S.P.E.N.C.E.R. -- Yup, the SPecial Exectuive for Napping, Crying, Eating and now Revenge! or is it Spitting, Pooing, Eating, Napping, Crying, Eating some more, and Revenge? Who knows.... That's the mystery of S.P.E.N.C.E.R.!

Daddy said I was evil after spitting up all over everything. Mommy said I was evil as well. Clearly, I'm doing somthing right!

Evil Twin? Seperated at Birth??

Well, I think mommy is starting to lose it. She says I look like Mini Me! Really? Ok, so we both suck our finger. And we're both short. And we're both small. And we're both related to someone who refers to themselves (or probably should refer to themselves!) as "Doctor Evil" -- Daddy when he puts me to bed, him ... as a clone of Doctor Evil.





But I'm *MEGA* cute and he isn't. So really, it's not fair!