Life is pretty good right now. I'm starting to figure things out, so I might as well start a blog--Dad tells me everyone else is doing it. I'm not quite sure what people want to know though, I'm only 8 weeks old; so life is pretty much eat, wake, sleep (in that order Mom says). But I can tell you what I do know... Dad seems to want to kiss me during all three of those stages and Mom tells him he better not wake me up. Apparently I'm a gulper and fast eater, I burp and fart like an old man and none of that changes the fact that my parents think I'm as adorable as anything ever made. Which is great because it pretty much gives me free reign to spit up on them, cry whenever I want and poop my pants and not worry that they still won't think of me as the cutest baby ever.
We're getting settled in our place in Chelan and are extremely excited about this summer. Dad is going to teach me to waterski he said--just as soon as he and Cousin Burke find a boat. I can't wait. Well this is a lot of typing for an 8 week old so I'm off to get back in that all important eat, wake, sleep cycle.
Love to all,
Reese.
We're getting settled in our place in Chelan and are extremely excited about this summer. Dad is going to teach me to waterski he said--just as soon as he and Cousin Burke find a boat. I can't wait. Well this is a lot of typing for an 8 week old so I'm off to get back in that all important eat, wake, sleep cycle.
Love to all,
Reese.
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