Monday, July 04, 2005
Independence Day
Bonjour, toute le monde! Nous voyons le Tour de France à télé. Oui, c'est vrai -- le cyclisme est ennuyeux. Il y a les mecs français qui ont attaqué à kilomètre 5, pédales depuis 3 heures, et ne gagnent pas. Quel predictable!
OK, so my French isn't very good. What do you expect, I'm a bébé.
More bathing news: I took a bath with Mom. That was really nice. Besides bathing, we're been getting out and about. Saturday, we all went for a walk on the top of Powell Butte.
Sunday, we did this crazy thing. Mom and Scout ran while Dad and I walked, then Mom took me and Dad and Scout ran some more. Ha ha, I bet Scout was tired.
Poor Scout. He hates the Fourth of July and all the fireworks. It's especially bad now, Scout says, after the incident a couple years ago when the apartment behind us caught fire with a loud bang.
As for me, I am losing all the hair from the top of my head and my shoulders. Thankfully, my mullet is still intact, but for how long? I've been working on neck control, and I'm getting pretty good at flopping my head around. Man, I'm hungry. Sometimes it's hard to go for more than an hour without eating. Sorry, Mom. A baby's got to get big and fat.
Something weird happened yesterday. Dad had milk in this bottle thing. It hit the spot, but I miss Mom.
À bientôt! Pauvre Jan Ullrich.
OK, so my French isn't very good. What do you expect, I'm a bébé.
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| Baths are nice, but I hate getting out. So cold. Ah, but my giraffe towel is SO nice. Ahhh. Thanks, Eberle family! Dad, you must work with some nice people. OK, you can stop taking pictures of me naked, now. I'm feeling bashful. | ||
More bathing news: I took a bath with Mom. That was really nice. Besides bathing, we're been getting out and about. Saturday, we all went for a walk on the top of Powell Butte.
Sunday, we did this crazy thing. Mom and Scout ran while Dad and I walked, then Mom took me and Dad and Scout ran some more. Ha ha, I bet Scout was tired.
Poor Scout. He hates the Fourth of July and all the fireworks. It's especially bad now, Scout says, after the incident a couple years ago when the apartment behind us caught fire with a loud bang.
As for me, I am losing all the hair from the top of my head and my shoulders. Thankfully, my mullet is still intact, but for how long? I've been working on neck control, and I'm getting pretty good at flopping my head around. Man, I'm hungry. Sometimes it's hard to go for more than an hour without eating. Sorry, Mom. A baby's got to get big and fat.
Something weird happened yesterday. Dad had milk in this bottle thing. It hit the spot, but I miss Mom.
À bientôt! Pauvre Jan Ullrich.
# posted by Clara Jean Willson @ 1:05 PM 
