Today I am three months old. I’m spending the morning with mom at work because my Omi is at the airport dropping off my Aunt Momo and my Uncle Jeff and my Aunt Jackie. My grammy Chris left yesterday too with Paul, and my Nanu left early this morning with my Aunt Regina and cousin Emmy. Now my mom and dad and Omi and I are all alone.

Yesterday was real busy. They said it was my krissening or something. All I know is there was a lot of people and it was loud and confusing. There were so many people that I forgot to sleep, and then I got really upset cause I was tired.

I’ve been having fun with my feet. I can just stare at them for hours. My dad keeps telling me something about hands, and I think I know what he means, but I have more fun tasting those than looking at them.

I also learned how to talk. I don’t care about those things called words, but now I have long talks with anybody who wants to listen. My mom and dad started calling me “squeaker”.