Happy Feet!

Greetings and salutations,

First and foremost, thank you to all of you who volunteered a moment from your respective hectic daily schedules to peruse my inaugural blog musings. I have literally been drooling over all of the feedback. Okay, so maybe that has more to do with my two toothers; however, I do significantly appreciate your patronage. I hope that you continue to relish my blog; I am cherishing spending the time with Papa immortalizing my thoughts in this forum, not only for all of my family members and colleagues to enjoy, but also as something to reminisce about in the future (Most likely when Mama and Papa use the tales contained herein to embarrass me at my high school graduation celebration).

And now to the topic du jour. Hmmm...That sounds good, I will have that (Even at this rudimentary age, Papa has enrolled me in a moderately rigorous film study. Sure, most of the programs are animated and entitled Baby Einstein, but we are diverse in our sampling. For instance, I have learned that Dumb and Dumber is one of, if not the, most brilliant comedic performances in the modern era.).

Back to that topic I referenced earlier. Especially of late I have been honing my observational skills. When I congregate with my peers at the mall I have noticed that a preponderance of folks are ambulatory. Sure, most of my peers and I are bound for the floor, but so many bipeds are cruising around in an upright fashion. Now, this evening's discourse is not borne out of jealousy; someday I will too walk. Perhaps I will crawl first or even to touch my Mama without clobbering her in the face, but we are really splitting hairs at this point. Anyway, I think that all of these people strolling about are taking their feet for granted. Papa and Mama tell me that most folks only pay attention to their tarsals when they hurt or are stinky. In fact, almost invariably they are always covering up them up with pesky socks and shoes. My parents are some of the biggest offenders. One of Mama's favorite things in the world, other than me, is a new pair of socks. And Papa keeps buying me those Air Jordan thingies, but they are merely a hindrance to the unadulterated bliss that the feet offer. I implore all of you to enjoy your feet. Look at me; I spend a good portion of my day trying to put my feet in my mouth. Modesty aside, I pretty much have it mastered; in fact, I am willing to offer pointers. I do playdates, one-on-one tutoring session, and a YouTube promotional video may be in the future. Just think how popular you would be if you could do this. I smile incessantly, and I doubt it is merely a coincidence that this silly human trick is in my repertoire. The Late Show with David Letterman and America's Got Talent here I come.

Carter

Someone in heaven is always looking after me...

Hello Internet!

Greetings and salutations,

Well, at seven months of age it is finally time that I put my Roget's-enhanced vocabulary and advanced abaskdfjeoa dexterity to good use. Alright, I am still working on the dexterity component, but you try to type with the keyboard in your mouth. I wonder if they come in a drool-proof model. In any event, given my increased willingness to converse with any and all who will listen (admittedly in a primitive dialect), this seemed like as good as any time join the blogosphere. I was pushing for my own Facebook page, but Papa indicated that I might be a bit young for such social networking. Plus, Mama appears to have the market cornered in that regard, at least in our abode. Consequently, this medium shall suffice. Papa will be assisting me in pounding out my semi-regular diatribes; bless him for his patience. As time progresses I am not sure what this blog will come to entail. On occasion I suspect that I will detail recent happenings in my world, perspectives on current events, or perhaps I will merely extol the virtues of spitting my sour pears upon my mother. Regardless, I hope that you all will enjoy growing up with me and hopefully learning a few things along the way.

With the aforementioned introduction aside, today's topic shall be brief. I have been informed that it is time for bed, which I find a reasonable suggestion. Today is Ash Wednesday, and I went to church with Mama. The guy who always wears black rubbed some dirt on my forehead. Since Mama is always trying to keep me clean, I elected to assist her on this occasion. Thus, I proceeded to rub that dirt on her. I thought it was pretty clever. Anyway, I am told that the proceedings of today signal the commencement of Lent, a time of sacrifice in preparation for the celebration of the ultimate sacrifice. I suspect I will learn a lot in the next forty days or so. Scores of folks I know are giving up things for Lent, many of them sacrificing chocolate and other sweets. That sounds like a fantastic idea! No chocolate for me until at least after Easter.

Carter

Someone in heaven is always looking after me...