It has come to my attention that my parents have been doing this blog and I would just like to clarify any possible misunderstandings by contributing my point of view. I am 6 months old now and have lived a busy life. I am constantly trying to communicate with my parents without much success, especially with daddy when mommy is at work. I cry to let him know that I am hungry and he puts me down for a nap. I cry to let him know I am tired and he attempts to put a bottle in my mouth -sheesh!

I have an extensive collection of cowboy paraphernalia and clothes. I have taken over the majority of the house, although I do let me parents use a few of the rooms. I like to make sure that I have at least one major item in each room to mark my territory. I have heard whisperings of a sibling on the way, a fact I have been unable to confirm; but, if true, it should provide enough distraction for us to take over the entire house! I'll let you know what happens.

My renown is such that visitors come to see me from far reaches of the United States such as Virginia, Texas, and Utah. Whenever they come they leave some type of pecuniary testimonial with such delicacy, which I accept gracefully just as the Father of the Marshalsae. In return, I make sure to wake up several times at night to let them know I appreciate them. They come running into my room to talk baby talk to me and tell each other how cute I am. How astute they are!

Over the last Christmas holiday I got to visit Gammie and Poppie. I let them feed me solid foods for the first time. Boy that was fun! I don't understand though why they can't just put the food in my mouth; it gets all over my cheeks, forehead and even my hair! Just like when mommy and daddy feed me. Anyways, we had lots of fun. I acted like I couldn't unwrap my presents so that mommy had to help me out. I got some cool boots amongst other things. I posted my favorite picture of them on the right. Pop quiz: was this picture taken at Christmas time?

Then in January Grandma and Grandpa Davis came to visit. I noticed Grandpa and I must have the same barber. Do you see what I mean? Grandma couldn't hold me long enough. They also brought me some ne

at toys, all of which I've marked my slobber. I know it grosses everybody else out, but if I don't I'm afraid daddy would play with them.

Then, Maridin, Craig, and Zoe came to visit. Imagine my surprise when I saw that Craig also shares the same barber. Imagine how much he must charge to run all over the country to give guys these awesome haircuts! I may grow up to be a barber some day.

Well, I'm getting kind of tired. Hopefully they'll put me in my swing. I'm gonna let em know by crying. I bet you my monogrammed burp cloth dad will try to stick a bottle in my mouth - too bad cause I'm already stuffed. Sometimes when I get really tired I like to put random things on my head. I'll show you some pics. Until next time ...