Check out my great biceps in my muscle shirt!

I like to kiss the hottie in the mirror. Mwah!

I just started walking and Mommy has already put me up to some chores! Sheesh!

This is me upside down.

Veggie Tales Band-aids! Hurray!

I get my love for the outdoors from my Mommy. Can’t you tell?

Daddy shows me how to lick the beaters

Let’s “Lady and theTramp” it with my piece of dried pineapple!

Practicing my winking!

So Daddy noticed some odd blistery spots on my feet last night when he was bathing me. Then Mommy freaked out, and was ready to put me in the car and haul me to the emergency room. But Gramma A was here and convinced Mommy that it wasn’t serious enough to do all that. So Mommy waited until morning, and when the spots hadn’t changed that much, she called the Dr. Lee’s office.

Apparently though, Dr. Lee was mucho busy, because Mommy just talked to the nurse and they think I have Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease. Mommy is skeptical, becuase of the three places where a rash should occur (cleverly placed in the title of the illness) I only have it on my feet. I dont have a fever, despite Mommy feeling my forehead every 4 minutes.

Speaking of Mommy, she’s awful strange. For someone who freaks out over little bumps on my heel, she sure didn’t get too worked up when I took a tumble down the stairs. She just brushed me off and said, “You’re okay.” Tell you what, that hurt way more than the bumps on my heels. Not a great day for me so far.