So now I'm fifteen days old and I'm starting to get the hang of this whole life-on-earth thing. I've realized that everytime I so much as fart Mommy and Daddy come racing to my side, which is cool for the most part but sometimes I just want to chill by myself. Tonight we went to Aunt Donna and Uncle Jason's for dinner but I wasn't in a good mood so we had to race out of there real fast. Mom says it gets her out of helping with the clean-up, at least.

I'm getting bigger, although I think I'm losing some hair. I'm told it's normal for kids my age, but let's hope it's not a recurring trend. And this darn belly button thing is getting ridiculous. It's a good thing it's not bikini season -- this sucker is atrocious. Speaking of suckers, I finally conned Mom into giving me a pacifier. I know she hates them, but a girl wants what a girl wants, ya know?

My great-grandpa George and Mom's Uncle John and Aunt Nancy come tomorrow. I'm not sure why all these people are constantly wanting to see me -- I don't do tricks or anything. Although tonight I sneezed and when Mom and Dad said "bless you" it sounded just like I said "thank you." They got a kick out of that one. Parents.... So easy to impress.