I have decided to move to the current day instead of how old I am. I figure everyone here knows that I was born on Jan 5, 2007.
Well it was another day. Eat, sleep, poop. Repeat until the day ends. I am getting tired of reporting this, but being this cute takes a lot of energy and thus a lot of sleep.
My dad’s family showed up and they are odd, just like my dad. My uncle Don Human still won’t hold me. I think he is a chicken; I am pretty sure I saw feathers. Grampa is the same way and my dad says he is a chicken, something about, “look at that beak.”
Well time to eat,
Alex
You little poopy head, I did hold you and you cried.
I can understand that you were a little afraid of me, but to cry.
What are you, some kinda of baby?
Mr. Don Human,
You are a chicken!!! I am a baby!!!
Nuff said.
Alex
Your dad is one day late to post as it is Sunday and I want to write you a note. Your dad may not be in a great mood as his team the SD chargers just lost a close one. He missed a lot of the game as he was out with your mom for the first time since you were born . They needed some things and stopped for dinner. They only called about 4 times but you did the usual…..sleep, eat, poop, smile, hold your own bottle….wait that is too early a thing for a baby of 7 days to do. Didn’t you read the book Alex. Why are you above the curve already. Maybe you are a genius like your grandmother. Ha Ha . I held you today for hours in my arms and am grateful to your dad and mom for trusting me and sharing you. You are a beautiful baby and I am putty around you . No potty is something else Alex. It was a wonderful day and one I will not soon forget. CC
Alex-
If I were you, I wouldn’t make fun of your Uncle Don-Human (or your Auntie Buki & Auntie Heather). There will come a day when you will need us on your side. And while I can’t speak for Auntie Heather, I can speak for Thomas in your blood, we don’t forget a single thing…