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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...