8 IS GREAT!

On Saturday I turned 8 months old. Mom is afraid I'm on the fast-track to toddler-dom because these birthdays just seem to come faster and faster. Daddy bought me a balloon for my birthday because they're shiny and I love them and that is all that is important in my simple life. So far I haven't popped it so score one for me. I also invited my friend Liam over for dinner and drinks. You know, a little pureed meat and sweet potato puffs washed down by some mighty fine milk. He let me ride on his car and I let him play with my purple ball. It was quite special.