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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”.

Last night was the first night I slept through the whole night. Maybe it was because it was Friday night, maybe I drank just a bit too much before bed, but I went to sleep at 8:30 Friday night, and when I woke up, it was 6AM on Saturday. My mom and dad seem really happy about it, but I guess I’m not sure why.

I’ve also discovered my feet. It’s the weirdest thing, but whenever I remember to look for them, they’re always there! Where do they keep coming from? I could stare at those feet things forever. And they always look different! Some days they’re pink, other days they’re white with black stripes, and once they even had little hearts all over them! I don’t think ‘ll ever get tired of my feet.

Yesterday was fun. I spent all day playing with my Omi. She’d take my hands and help me sit up, and I’d practice holding my head up, which I’ve gotten real good at. Then, she’d hold me under my arms and help me stand up and I’d try to walk myself all around. It’s fun. I can’t stand up all by myself yet, but maybe tomorrow. Not even 10 weeks old yet, and I’m gonna be a jogger!Then my dad came home from that “wurk” place and we hung out while mommy and Omi went to a “wurk out” place. Not sure what all that wurk stuff is. Daddy brought in this big box and pulled out all these weird pieces. The cats played with the box while dad kept sticking pieces onto other pieces and getting angry at some pieces. It was fun.

When he was done, he changed my diaper, put on shoes, and then he put me into the thing. It’s called a stroller, and dad tells me this one is a “pimped out ride”. It’s got inflatable tires, speakers for a CD player, and even a side view mirror for me! We went out for a jog, and it reminded me of the song “Strollertown“. I told you I was gonna be a jogger! But this time I just got to sit while dad did the jogging. The wind on my face was neat, but the unpaved part was real bumpy. But it was fun. I hope dad takes me again.