Stop making me dance like a drunk monkey for your own amusement!

OK... so you tell me. This outfit, hot or not? As you can tell by the expression on my face I think it makes me look like a fluffy albino hobbit... not cool oh parents of mine, very not cool.


And even though I clearly expressed my displeasure with being forced to wear this outfit in public (yes, there was plenty-o-vomit involved) Dad still felt the need to show me off to the crazy market ladies who sell their bruised bananas for $13 a kilo. Like he really needs to impress them!

I have a new friend, his name is Snake. He often tells me very amusing jokes that only I can hear. Thankfully, I'm too young to have ever seen that terrifying movie Anaconda (seriously, J-Lo hadn't had her nose job yet, scary!) but I'm really looking forward to seeing Snakes on a Plane which should confirm my belief that all snakes are soft and cuddly.


Dad keeps trying to see if I can walk yet, which I find most uncomfortable. As you can see.

So I decided I had to sit Dad down and make it absolutely clear to him. I gave him the big speech.... "I am two months old! I am not yet ready! Stop making me dance like a drunk monkey for your own amusement!"

So we came to an agreement... I would continue to look cute and Dad would continue to carry me everywhere. Sucker.

S.