Ridin' in Style!

Check me out in my new wheels!

Nice Italian things with wheels: Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bugatti, Peg Perego

Yup...I'm ridin' high in Italian style! Daddy says that I shouldn't get used to this and that I shouldn't expect anything like this when it's time for me to drive. He said that his first car was an orange, Toyota Tercel that some of his "friends" were embarrassed to ride in. I think daddy needs some new friends.

Daddy spent part of last weekend restoring (cleaning and disinfecting) my new stroller because my new stroller isn't so new. We went to visit a nice Russian couple on Friday and after some strong arm tactics, mommy and daddy left with the stroller and a new toy for $45! I have absolutely no concept of money...but it's Italian! It must be good!

Look Out Michael Phelps!

So you're probably wondering why Michael Phelps should look out for me when I'm just passed out in my crib. It's because my swim training started yesterday and I got worked that hard!

Back when my buddy Ky started his triathlon swim training, he bought me a speedo. Is it weird that I got a speedo from Ky? I wonder how much thought he put into making sure it was flattering to my figure.

Anyway...I now spend every Sunday working out at the Sutton Swim School in Cupertino. Here's a quick run down of the workout that Kelly (my HOT instructor) puts me through:

1. Sing songs while we twirl and bob around in the water.
2. Tie me up in a water noodle so daddy can drag me around the pool.
3. Jump into the water from the edge of the pool. Climb up onto a big, blue, floating piece of foam. Crawl across said piece of foam. Jump off of the foam back into the water. (Yeah right! I can barely hold my head up!)
4. Sit on the big piece of foam while the big people make it rock and roll in the water.
5. Transform into a torpedo.

I really didn't like being transformed into a torpedo. Daddy gave me to Kelly and she dunked me under water and pushed me towards daddy. When I popped up, daddy was right there to save me...but I was NOT happy! Then she did it again! URGH! Kelly's not so hot anymore.

Whaaaaaaaaa!!!

Dear Dr. Richard Ferber,

You are a mean, mean person. You should not write books that my mommy and daddy can read. You are not my friend.

From,

Logan

Happy 1/4th to Me!

Yay! I've made it through the first quarter of the first year of my life...and Mommy and Daddy haven't messed me up too bad! Sure, they've let the dog lick me, they've let me go out without pants, and they've stuffed me so full of milk that I have "man boobs" (thanks Auntie Christi)...but you can't really fault them for that...can you?

So what's new:

1. My new favorite game is to watch people try and make me laugh. So far, grandpa's the best at this game...but it sure is funny watching people make fools of themselves to try and get me to chuckle.
2. I have a built in pacifier! Whenever I feel that fussy urge coming on...I just shove my hand in there and suck away. Mommy says she's surprised I haven't given myself a hickey. What's a hickey?
   
3. I've started flying! Mommy and Auntie Christi have taken me on airplane rides! What fun...although I almost puked on Auntie Christie...too much turbulence right after I ate.
4. I've outgrown my bath tub...so Daddy got me a new one from some nice lady at work. It's HUGE! I'll take a naked picture in it for all you ladies who are reading this.
5. I'm over 15 pounds! My big problem is I'm the same height I was last month!
6. I sleep through the night! This makes mommy and daddy really really happy! So happy, in fact, they kicked me out of their room! At least I have Mr. Twilight Turtle to keep me company!
   

Rolls and a Muffin Top!

So...a while back, I complained about how Po-Po called me little chubby (remember hsiao pong pong)? She's convinced this is a term of endearment.

Then people kept saying how they loved my Michelin man arms and legs...again...fatter is better.

Then daddy told Auntie Christi that I had a muffin top and she burst out laughing. I don't get it. I mean wasn't there a whole Seinfeld episode about how everyone loves muffin tops? Being a little curious, I did some research online. Here's what I found on Wikipedia. I'm appalled.

Isn't this the body of a god? I mean...check out those pecs!