Bob...Bob...Bob...
Hello there... Its me... Grace, the 'Pride and Joy' of all of you who will read this...I had to log-on under Mom's name, because for some reason the 'rents' don't feel as though I am old enough to have my own, but that is only one of many things they think I am not old enough for. Little do they know, and all of you for that matter, that I have more wittiness and intelligent activity happening in my finely shape head, than that dull cartoon baby character found on that juvenile cartoon show Uncle Nick seems to always watch when he comes into town... I believe it to be named, the Family Guy or something.
None the less it stereotypes us babies as cynical individuals who believe our fathers to be nothing more than an over weight couch potato who only loves food and football... Which is totally not true for me, in fact my father is still in reasonable shape (FYI- he and mom have been attempting to even improve their life style choices) and loves ME... Food and football. And about being cynical, even though I find the way over zealous patrons in the local Hy-Vee goggling over me fairly annoying, I am quite optimistic of the world around me... In fact I find it intriguing to explore the excitement of this thing called life...
I may only be 10 months and 6 days but I have this thing whole thing figured out... I cry when I want to eat, I push one out to let everyone know when I need my pants changed and I scream when people attempt to put me to bed and I am just not ready. Plus, if I not 'feeling' someone I reach for whom I want to hold me, and Wa-La... I get it!
For those of you who are on me about crawling, especially you Mr. 'Chicago Rambler,' Why should I? All of you are the morons who made the choice to start walking... Seriously, while I continued to be carried from place to place, day after day you have to get your own self up out of bed and go to work and yadie...yadie...yadie...
Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me... I am smarted than I appear. For your information, I plan on continuing to play this card as long as I see fit... Just think about Grandma carrying you home from the bars every night, changing you into your PJ's and even giving you a bottle of whatever your little heart desires... Who wouldn't want that!
Alright so enough of that tangent, let's move on... My next form of business... Grandma and Grandpa, I have learned how to kiss, if fact I have known all along, so if you would please stop slap'n wet ones on each other every Tuesday and Thursday that would be great... I already have enough 'verp-iage' going on from when Mom puts me in my pants that are too tight, I don't need any assistance from you... Thanks!
OK... so Mom and Dad are probably wondering why I haven't woken up from my nap time slumber, so I better, skip, that's right, I said skip, back to my crib and call out ÂBob a few times so they don't think I am up to anything... But before I go I'd just like to say... I love you all!
Peace my puppets! I'm Out!
None the less it stereotypes us babies as cynical individuals who believe our fathers to be nothing more than an over weight couch potato who only loves food and football... Which is totally not true for me, in fact my father is still in reasonable shape (FYI- he and mom have been attempting to even improve their life style choices) and loves ME... Food and football. And about being cynical, even though I find the way over zealous patrons in the local Hy-Vee goggling over me fairly annoying, I am quite optimistic of the world around me... In fact I find it intriguing to explore the excitement of this thing called life...
I may only be 10 months and 6 days but I have this thing whole thing figured out... I cry when I want to eat, I push one out to let everyone know when I need my pants changed and I scream when people attempt to put me to bed and I am just not ready. Plus, if I not 'feeling' someone I reach for whom I want to hold me, and Wa-La... I get it!
For those of you who are on me about crawling, especially you Mr. 'Chicago Rambler,' Why should I? All of you are the morons who made the choice to start walking... Seriously, while I continued to be carried from place to place, day after day you have to get your own self up out of bed and go to work and yadie...yadie...yadie...
Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me... I am smarted than I appear. For your information, I plan on continuing to play this card as long as I see fit... Just think about Grandma carrying you home from the bars every night, changing you into your PJ's and even giving you a bottle of whatever your little heart desires... Who wouldn't want that!
Alright so enough of that tangent, let's move on... My next form of business... Grandma and Grandpa, I have learned how to kiss, if fact I have known all along, so if you would please stop slap'n wet ones on each other every Tuesday and Thursday that would be great... I already have enough 'verp-iage' going on from when Mom puts me in my pants that are too tight, I don't need any assistance from you... Thanks!
OK... so Mom and Dad are probably wondering why I haven't woken up from my nap time slumber, so I better, skip, that's right, I said skip, back to my crib and call out ÂBob a few times so they don't think I am up to anything... But before I go I'd just like to say... I love you all!
Peace my puppets! I'm Out!
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