Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Can't believe I just turned five months old. Where does the time fly? Daddy says I'm getting big and promises to let me start driving just as soon as I can reach the pedals. I'm getting ready to enjoy my first full major league baseball season. I think my first tooth should be arriving here soon, maybe in time for me to enjoy a couple of hot dogs on Opening Day. Looking forward to my first brat. I've been working on my curveball in my spare time and have also acquired a couple of other nifty new tricks. I can now roll on to my stomach on demand. I'm sure there is good job out there that requires this skill. I can work up quite a hearty appettite doing this, so Mom has started me on some solid foods. Bananas are great, so is rice cereal. I'm not so sold on sweet potatoes. I tend to give Mom some pretty vivid facial feedback when that stuff is put in my mouth. I can't help it, you could probably mortar bricks with it. Somewhere, some wall is collapsing because of my lunch. Actually, I'm kidding. Mom feeds me pretty well. Daddy's a different story. Apparently his own dietary intake still has some carryovers from his bachelor days. No way I'm eating anything he prepares. I'll be calling the FDA as soon as my fingers are big enough to work a cell phone.

Looking forward to seeing Aunt Mary, Uncle Brian, and Casey & Matthew in Vegas this weekend. You can also find me at the roulette table at Caesar's. I'm going to win enough to retire before the age of 1.