
Since I just began these entries, and I am already three months old, I figured I should take a step back and start my story from the beginning. This was a week before I came into the world. Mom and Dad were real excited! My Daddy use to always poke my Mom's belly trying to make me move. My Dad wanted to name me Dirk...thank goodness Mom fought to name me anything else! I really enjoyed being in my Mommy's tummy. It was so warm, dark and cozy. But, it was beginning to get a bit cramped, I was getting a bit bored, and I heard my mama say she couldn't get any bigger. So, a week later I began my decent into this big bright world. My Mom said it hurt real bad, but she said it was worth every pain. I was born at 1:01 p.m., on Nov.1, in a baby pool, in my living room. Some people think my Mom and Dad are crazy for having me at home, but I thought it was a great idea. After I came out Ms. Debi let me lay on my Mommy's chest so we both could catch our breath. Then she cleaned us both up and poked me all over to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. She said "you can't get any better than perfect." A few hours later we had my birthday party and I met all kinds of cool people. They all wanted to hold me, and they said really nice things about me. I was so popular! After a few weeks things calmed down and I got to know my Mom and Dad. I had to make sure they knew it was all about me, so I cryed a lot. Now I have chilled out and make them smile all the time. Life so far is really fun. There are all kinds of neat sounds, smells, sights, and things to touch, but best of all is my family. They all can't get enough of me, and I'm lovin' it!