It's the first day of fall, my 6 month mark, and they've got me in jail. Wondering why, then read on. 

Well, I'll be glad to tell my story. The day had finally come for me to start enjoying the great cusines of the world. It's my 6 months from birthday day. Mom asked me what I wanted, a special treat for this joyous occasion. I said cheesecake or red velvet cake, maybe some pasta. I don't know why the dictator even asked me, my choice, made for me, peas, her favorite vegatable. So, I figured I'd eat them (it's better than I've been getting), but I wasn't go to give in quietly. Then, after my meal, I'm thrown in here, disorderly conduct or some sort of trumped up charge. 

I wanted something different and colorful to eat, is that too much to ask. I've already mastered the green poopy diaper. 

I didn't spit any out for fear that she would make me go back to a diet of formula and rice cereal. 

Peas won't be my favorite, it will be chocalate, or ice cream, like my Dad! 

So now I'm serving my sentence handed down from that crazy kangaroo court. 

Well, the peas are gone now. Sweet Potatoes or Carrots will be next. I'm sure Mom will take new pictures of that, so check back. 

Dressed for my first Vikings Regular season football game. 

We are ready. 

Superbowl Homeboys! 

We're gonna lick 'em today. 

We are ready for some FOOTBALL!!! 

The team needs a pick me up. Time to put on the cheerleading outfit. 

The Vikings offense was a real sleeper today. 

Apparantly, a chair for Uncle Greg's girls, but they aren't around much to sits in it, like me. Blbbllbbz. 

Not a bad chair, eh Izz? What's that circle thing on your shirt? 

It's a 'flowerblastem jumacolate' Dad 

Hmm, I can see the TV pretty good from this chair. 

Mom, Smile. 

Me and Uncle Gork!