Best friends: I'm starting to like this brother guy. I think I finally caught his attention a little bit. (Big eyes and a sunny disposition will do that.) He reads to me. He tried to teach me the first six presidents. I'm pretty sure that we're going to be great friends.
But in case he gets bored with me, I was so happy to hear that my Best Friend Forever, Hannah Jankiewicz, showed up! Sure, I'm a whole heck of a lot bigger than her right now. But pretty soon, we're going to be sharing clothes and stories about our weird parents!
Enemies: The one-minute that comes after three hours since I've eaten. I eat every three hours. So when it gets to one minute past those three hours, well, I just go absolutely crazy. Often, I'll let out a tiny "eh." (Not too loud. I don't want to upset anyone.) If that doesn't get that their attention, I'll sometimes say "wah." (But never above a mild yelp. No need to disturb anybody.) Like I said, I just go nuts.
Favorite place: On my stomach. That's right! I can roll over! I'm very proud. I've been working on this for a while. I had been able to get to my side but that silly little elbow kept getting in my way. My mom rated me an 80% on rolling over. That's a B! No way a B is good enough! So, yesterday, after series of calculations and some dedicated practicing, I made it all the way over. Mom said I got an A+ ! That's more like it!
Things I like: Well, everything! I love everyone! I love getting up in the morning! I love going to sleep! I love the sun! I love the shade! I love when people look at me! I love when the dog licks my face! I love looking around! I love the car! I love the park! I love my mom! I love my dad! I love my brother! I'm happy all the time! Smiles! Love! Happiness! Joy! Yay!
Things I don't like: Unlike my brother - who would have sat in a diaper filled with poo for hours - I'm not to keen on having a wet diaper. If my diaper gets full, I've been known to cry a little. (Nothing more than a slight whine. Don't want to be a bother.) If there's anything else I don't like, I've been known to put my thumb in my mouth and put myself to sleep. My parents sometimes call me an un-baby!
Major accomplishments: My dad was able to hold me in his hands and stretch his arms out above his head as far as they could go. When he did this, I was able to produce a strand of drool that connected from my mouth to his chest. I think that's pretty awesome. But it might be the reason dad calls me Droolie Andrews. Or Droolia Childs. Or Drools Vern. (He also calls me Smiles Davis!)
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