Baby

I like babies.  They are good to look at and make me smile.  Sometimes one of the other mother’s at daycare brings a baby and I get to stare at it for a while.  I haven’t tried poking it in the eye yet, but I’ve thought about it.  The cat’s don’t seem to like a poke in the eye, which is why I’ve been holding back.

I can now say “baby” too.  Before it was just “be”, but I’ve gotten the hang of the two syllable thing.  Like “bubble”.

Momma and Daddy keep talking about some baby that is coming to our house sometime.  They use words like “sister” and “brother” and “share”.  I don’t like the sound of that last word.  But a baby can only be a good thing- it should mean more binks in the house, more toys, and a new bed for me.

Oh, yah, Momma wanted me to mention a new blog: Number Two

Kieth Blue

Uncle Greg and Aunt Lindsey had a baby early this morning.  Yah, more cousins, but…

Another boy?  Geez.  Where are all the female cousins who will play “dress up” and “house” with me?  Boys are fine for now while we all share the same interests (banging things, scribbling, climbing, etc.) but soon I will grow out of that and on to more productive activities such as organizing doll houses, dressing barbies, and doing hair.  Who’s going to play those games at holiday time with me?  Someone help me out and MAKE ME A GIRL COUSIN!