I’ve got a little cold and Mom was worried that I had an ear infection so we went to see Miss Debra (she makes sure I stay healthy). She said I’d be just fine and there was no ear infection. While we were there I got measured again. I am 22lbs 11oz and 29in, now if you go look on July 5th (6 weeks ago) you’ll notice I am the same. I haven’t grown at all (and I’m still above the 95th percentile). So I guess the ‘diet’ worked, although it really wasn’t a diet, I just switched to all those vegetables . Mom says I’m still beautiful as can be and would outshine any baby at a Gerber Contest.

   In other news, I move even faster than T-Mobile. I have places to go and things to do and now I have a way to get there and do them. Mom and Dad are getting a little huffy when I get the things I want, they claim everything that’s not in my room is theirs and not mine and that I have to put them down. I read about Controlling Parents in Baby Newsweek and I’ve come to the conclusion I’ve got them. Baby Newsweek said the solution was to get on the Grandparents good side (they said that wasn’t very hard, just smile and look cute). The Grandparents would then make the controlling become controlled. Then while no one was looking I could grab Mom’s China.

   Dad says Uncle Jason’s going to the other side of the world to a place called Iraq in a week or so. Dad says he went there before I was born. He tried to explain it to me. He called it the big sandbox, but I didn’t understand. So he said it’s like a really big hot beach with no water, tourists, or places to buy ice cream.  I don’t know I feel about that, but Good Luck to Uncle Jason! We love you and we’ll see you when you get back!