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I've learned to make rasberries and they're the most fun thing ever. I got phhhhhhhbt lots and lots and get many laughs from mom and dad. And I love when they do it, too. I'm also getting the hang of holding my own bottle. I don't do it all the time but it is something I like to do!

My Daddy is the worst daddy ever!

First, daddy regularly hotboxes me and mommy. That's horrible.

There is the halloween costume he wants to make me. Mommy calls me a "little terror" sometimes and dad wants to dress me like one. He said he was going to use leftover plumbing to make fake dynamite and have wires coming out of it and then making it a vest for me... and I'd be a "little terror."

Then as he's carrying me he remarks "what is Sophie? I know what Sophie is! She's veal for cannibals!" That made me angry!

Don't get me started on the poopy-head song he sings.

YAY!

My daddy is a bad daddy; he doesn't update this blog as often as he should. I got on his case this morning, though. Mommy needed some rest so daddy was in charge of feeding me this morning. I refused to take the bottle from him unless he kept moving me so I could see the ceiling fan! The ceiling fan is my friend!

I also have a new game. I sit in my exersaucer (as seen below.) I then take my favorite toy, the truck and throw it on the floor. I cry until daddy or mommy puts it back on the saucer for me.



I keep meeting new friends. I love to go out and be social. On Thursday I met Jake, who is a neat little guy a few months yonger than me. He waved and smiled at me. Daddy says one day I may be able to take him to prom.