I Enjoy Talking on the Phone

There are so many good people to talk to on the phone. And the best place to talk on the phone is, of course a large cardboard box. Duh.

Talking to Granny Diane


Talking to Aunt Stacey


Talking to Daddy



While we're on the topic of talking on the phone, can we discuss video phones? This is 2008 my friends. I'm under the assumption that when you're talking to someone, even on the phone, they should be able to see what I see. I don't get why that isn't so - I just can't wrap my head around it. Here I am trying to show Daddy my phone-talking box. But why oh why can't he see it?

I'm So Happy!!

I have a pretty good life and I can finally express my feelings about it. For a long time* all I could do was, at the very most, show an expression of vague bordeom. But now I can smile. Whoot! Mom and Dad are thrilled. Bean couldn't care less, but whatever.




* "Long time" being relative, of course, since 7 weeks is but a drop in the bucket to most of you, but to me, 7 weeks is, you know, everything.

It's So Nice to be Clean

After nearly four (long) weeks, my little tummy stump has finally fallen off. Whoot! So now that my tummy is free of that nasty thing, I get to take baths. I've had three so far, and I must say that a warm bath before bed is lovely. I even fell asleep in my bath once, but sadly that moment has gone undocumented. My only issue comes when it's time to get out of the bath. Then I get sad. And mad. Very mad.