Week 9

July 24, 2002

Workin' with the camera. Got my passport picture taken today in Tavernier. I am such a star, babe. Daddy held me up while the photographer got my mug. Now I can really travel.

July 23, 2002

Brave baby. Today I got a lot of shots at Dr. Z's office so I was feeling pretty cranky. Mommy told me I was real brave and she tucked me in with this beanie doggie - his name is Courage. I'm smiling because the infant Tylenol is finally kicking in. Hey, who are you calling a sissy? Watch out or I'll sic the beanbag on you.

July 22, 2002

Well, Freud did call this the oral stage. Being a baby, I will suck on just about anything, including this tech regulator that Daddy left lying around the house. Does this mean I'm a natural scuba diver? Duh-uh. Which way to the ocean, dude.

July 21, 2002

Ready for the final frontier. We visited the Kennedy Space Center today and saw lots of rockets. I think in a few years I'll be ready for the International Space Station. This already feels like home ... all I need is my cat.

July 20, 2002

Go, Dodgers! Saw a Vero Beach Dodgers game tonight. We sat right next to Tommy Lasorda, who slept the entire time. Other highlights: we came within inches of catching a game ball.

July 19, 2002

I'm having a block party. Several blocks, actually. Piled high on the floor to keep me entertained while Mommy is visiting the dentist. At least I don't have writer's block, like Daddy.

July 18, 2002

Splish, splash! When the heat index is 110 degrees outside, you have about a one in four chance of catching me in the bathtub. It's a baby thing. I don't expect you to understand.

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		Week 9 July 24, 2002 Workin' with the camera. Got my passport picture taken today in Tavernier. I am such a star, babe. Daddy held me up while the photographer got my mug. Now I can really travel. July 23, 2002 Brave baby. Today I got a lot of shots at Dr. Z's office so I was feeling pretty cranky. Mommy told me I was real brave and she tucked me in with this beanie doggie - his name is Courage. I'm smiling because the infant Tylenol is finally kicking in. Hey, who are you calling a sissy? Watch out or I'll sic the beanbag on you. July 22, 2002 *Well, Freud did* call this the oral stage. Being a baby, I will suck on just about anything, including this tech regulator that Daddy left lying around the house. Does this mean I'm a natural scuba diver? Duh-uh. Which way to the ocean, dude. July 21, 2002 Ready for the final frontier. We visited the Kennedy Space Center today and saw lots of rockets. I think in a few years I'll be ready for the International Space Station. This already feels like home ... all I need is my cat. July 20, 2002 Go, Dodgers!** Saw a Vero Beach Dodgers game tonight. We sat right next to Tommy Lasorda, who slept the entire time. Other highlights: we came within inches of catching a game ball. July 19, 2002 I'm having a block party. Several blocks, actually. Piled high on the floor to keep me entertained while Mommy is visiting the dentist. At least I don't have writer's block, like Daddy. July 18, 2002 Splish, splash! When the heat index is 110 degrees outside, you have about a one in four chance of catching me in the bathtub. It's a baby thing. I don't expect you to understand. <<-- Next Week. -->> Last Week. • Most Recent Week.