Change in career plans

There's been a change of plans. I've decided that when I grow up, I no longer want to be an astronaut/ race car driver/ Supreme Court Justice/ philanthropist/ guitar-playing rodeo cowboy. I now want to be a lizard. In the past week, I've learned how to flicker my tongue in-and-out. I have so much fun doing this that I can see myself doing this for a living. Daddy says I should keep all my options open.

We're coming off a pretty fun weekend. Daddy took Friday off from work and we went to Andrews Air Force Base for an airshow. We saw the Air Force's stunt team (the Thunderbirds), hundreds of airplanes, helicopters, and other cool exhibits. We also saw a vintage P-40 Warhawk, the type of aircraft that my great-Grandpa Baba (Dennis) worked on in China for three years during World War II. He was part of the famous "Flying Tigers" air unit. Afterwards Daddy took me over to an Air Force recruiter and signed me up. Daddy got a free refrigerator magnet for it. He told me not to worry about anything, the contract doesn't take effect until I'm 18 years old, plus he really gave them the name of my Uncle Tony. I guess Uncle Tony has a surprise coming to him in 2025.
On Sunday, we saw Daddy's godson Jonathan make his First Communion. Daddy was so proud. He says he remembers getting pictures of Jonathan when he was my age, except that Jonathan was living in Japan at the time. Daddy says he's amazed at how fast time flies. I'm not so sure. These past seven months seem like a lifetime to me.

Workout

Hello there everyone. As many of you know, my dad is a bit of a running fanatic. Uncle Andy and Aunt Sarah got this cool Jeep jogging stroller for me before I was even born! And now I'm finally big enough to fit in it. Dad started taking me out in it a few weeks ago, and it isn't such a bad ride. I usually just sleep and make Dad do all the hard work.

We went for a nice long run Mother's Day morning. It was a little brisk, but I think Mom overdid it a bit with the clothing. I thought I was back in Montana based on all the clothes she kept layering on. I will admit that I stayed nice and toasty warm.

Mom is trying to get a picture of me that shows off my new chompers, no luck just yet. We'll keep you posted. Have a great day!

All I want for Cinco de Mayo are my two front teeth

Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone!! Viva la Revolucion!!

This was a weekend of several notable 'firsts.' Not only did I experience my first Cinco de Mayo, Mommy & Daddy had a whole lot of people over for Margaritas and Mexican food. Sure looked like people were having a good time. I was tempted to try a margarita, but Daddy says I have to produce a photo ID that says I'm at least 21 months old. The next big thing is that my first teeth arrived!! The tops of the bottom two have just broken through the gums. The choppers had been on back order for the last six months, but they finally delivered. I like the look of them. A couple more of these babies and I'll be ready to sink my teeth into a juicy steak. I'm looking forward to incorporating a full set into a winning smile. The teeth are the coolest things since I found my feet. What a load of fun these things are. Whenever the ten little piggies and I get together we have crazy ol' time.