Take a Picture, It'll Last Longer

posted by Sarah Gill at 9:45 PM

I know I'm breathtakingly beautiful. One glance at me and it's hard to look away.

While you're staring at my ravishing splendor, take a good look at my eyes. They're sort of a grayish, bluish, blue-gray. Mommy has blue eyes. Daddy and my big brother Evan have brown. There are many opinions and genetic possibilities as to what color my eyes will eventually be. So help me out here and share your thoughts:

What color will my eyes be?
	Blue
	Brown
	Green
	Hazel
	I hope they never change. Your eyes are beautiful just the way they are!

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My Pal Joey

posted by Evan Jake at 3:20 PM

My Mommy has a pen-pal in Sydney, Australia. They keep in touch over the Internets because Australia, to my understanding, is like very far away. Like way farther away than Wegmans.

Anyway, Mommy's pen pal, who also has a little boy my age, decided to send me and Sarah a present. While Sarah got some pretty new clothes, I got a new blow-up toy. A kangaroo!!

Just look at this guy. Is he awesome or what? His name is Joey and he's my new best friend. We hang out together a lot now. We like to jump around and sing songs. I read him books, but I don't like when he reads to me. He has a weird accent.

I guess to show my appreciation, I will have to to find a special piece of Baltimore to send to them in Australia. I wonder where I can score an oversized inflatable heroin pipe.

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Two Months Is Better Than One?

posted by Sarah Gill at 8:11 PM

Well, I've turned two months old and no one seems to have really noticed.

Evan Jake's summer camp is over, so now he's home all day robbing attention away from Mommy. So I'm just stuck over in the corner of the living room in my swing all alone.

Daddy has been really busy getting ready to change jobs and getting us ready to move houses. He's a nice Daddy who talks to me and tries to play with me -- while I sit in my swing in the corner of the living room.

Nana and Pappa came for a visit this week. It was nice to see them -- albeit from afar, while sitting in my swing in the corner of the living room.

The weather has been really nice out, too. Not that I would notice from over here in my swing in the corner of the living room.

I'm trying to talk and coo and be a bit more personable. But it's hard to be interactive, from over here in my swing in the corner of the living room.

Ah, the life of a second child. I must say, I often enjoy the privacy and solitude -- from over here in my swing in the corner of the living room.

C'mon. How can anyone ignore me. Just look at this punim!


&asymp:O

Phelps-a-merrific-a-some

posted by Evan Jake at 8:21 AM

These Olympics have been on so late at night, I haven't been allowed to stay up and watch any of Michael Phelps's's races. That's me and Sarah sitting on the sofa watching the early morning recap of the 10m women's air pistol competition. Wow, how exciting. But living here in a Baltimore, it's been impossible to avoid the Phelps-mania-craze-fest-extravaganza-palooza -- no matter what time you go to bed.

This week when my camp class went to the pool, Phelps was all everyone was talking about. Have you ever seen a two-year old try to swim the butterfly? The thing is, I might actually be really good at swimming if I wasn't so terrified of going in the water myself. Plus, you would never catch me dead in one of those tiny bathing suits. I don't see any way my swimmy diaper will fit under one of those.

Everyone around here is so proud of Michael Phelps. Heck, he grew up swimming just down the street from our house. Daddy took me down there this week to show me the pool where he used to train. But I was really more interested in the ice cream shop across the street. I bet Michael Phelps needs lots of ice cream to swim that fast. I wonder if he likes chocolate sprinkles or rainbow sprinkles. I had both just to be sure.

I might not be the next Michael Phelps, I just want to be the first Evan Jake. Well, maybe I can be an Olympian some day. If they ever make Play-Doh an Olympic event, I should be the odds-on favorite.

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I Do Have Pretty Eyes

posted by Sarah Gill at 3:41 PM

I hear what you're saying about me...

"She has a charming personality."

"Her hair is so soft and shiny."

"She has such beautiful eyes."

"Wow, she's getting big!"

Okay, so I've packed on a few pounds since I got born. But it's all milk-weight. So don't call me "fat" or "chubby" or "pudgy" or "rotund." That's not something to say about a beautiful little girl like me. Do you want me to get an eating disorder already? I hardly ever spit up after a meal and I'd like it to stay that way.

So cut me some slack. This is the only time in my life I get to eat as much as I want, whenever I want. And I get to triple my body weight in a year without anyone judging. So if you'll excuse me, I think I need a little snack.

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A Little Off the Top

posted by Evan Jake at 7:46 PM

I got my hair cut this weekend. My little cousin Drew didn't have it quite so easy.

That's me in the picture sporting my new trim. Aren't I cute? I sat really still and was a good boy the whole time. Except for when the lady tickled my neck with those buzzers. Who can sit still for that?! But that little tickle was nothing compared to what my brave cousin had to go through.

Daddy took me to get my hair cut because this was a special weekend for the family. We all drove up to see our new cousin Drew. He's brand new. Newer than my little sister Sarah.

When we got to my cousin's house, this man arrived. He said he was the mohel. "Uh, oh," I said to myself. I remember what this guy is all about. I pretended like I wanted to play outside and made a b-line for the door. I wasn't going to let him anywhere near me.

But before the mohel got to work on my cousin, he first wanted to do something to my sister Sarah. Hey, hands off her! She's a girl, can't you tell? She's wearing pink!! Oh, he just wanted to say a special blessing to give her her name. I bet he thought he was being all original by saying that he was giving her the name "Sarah Gill." What a dope. She already had that name for like six weeks. Dummy. He could have asked me. I could have told you that!

Then the mohel went to business on my cousin. He did his thing and the whole ordeal was over before I could make it across state lines. Turns out I couldn't leave anyway. I had left my precious "luvie" in their house and had to go back in to get it.

It was great to see the whole family. And the cookies were good, too. I'm just grateful I made out with only a haircut.

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