This is me.
Mommy wouldn't have me on the bed, so i came out on the floor.
It wasn't that bad though. Daddy had the brains to put a pillow
under her to soften my landing.
This is me with my mom.
Though I miss my nice warm sack of liquid, she's pretty soft on the outside too.
I tried giving her the vulcan nerve pinch, but I was too
exhausted to make it work.
I was acosted by latex gloves moments later.
This picture doesn't capture the true essence
of what was happening. First they touched all of my
fingers and toes individually...ew. Then they stuck my behind
with a big fat needle...ow. Then, they tried to prep me for ballet school by
spreading my legs as far apart as they could
while I screamed in horror.
This is me with Dad.
I really enjoy him. He's the bomb.
Does this camera add 10 pounds or what??!?
This is wierd. 
Someone actually took a picture of my landing gear.
One day I'm planning on playing Beetoven's entire repetoire
with my toes. That's how I want to be remembered.
I wonder if they pay you to be in the guiness book of world records?
