Nov 06 2008
They Call Me The Terminator
I like to sit in my Jumperoo and I bang my hands on everything. Now my dad called me the terminator because I smack anything that gets in my way. He said that when I get bigger the dog and cat’s better watch out as well as anything else that gets in my way. I laugh when dad says that. I love my daddy when he talks to me.
I am the apple of my daddy’s eyes. He said that I am going to break many hearts when I grow up. I don’t know what he is talking about, but it sounds scary. He is always playing with me and then I fall asleep when we take a rest. My daddy wears me out.
Dad and mom are having a hard time finding a new place to live because they have those pets. Dad told grandma that most places don’t allow pets and if they do, they are really expensive. Maybe we will have to stay here and listen to the train whistle blow and wake me up every night.
It is starting to get cold again. It was windy yesterday so we stayed inside. The weatherman said that it is going to rain, but I think it might snow. It is so cold.
