Well....

Father's Day was yesterday. I got my Daddy a nice card, some black earrings, and some alien game scratcher lottery ticket. He didn't win anything. Yesterday, I didn't feel good. I have some teeth coming in and I didn't want to eat anything solid. I was upset because I was hungry though. I ate some baby food and drank alot of milk but I was still fussy most of the day. I only took a nap for an hour so I went to bed early. I woke up at like 5am today when Daddy was getting ready for work. I went back to bed after I got some morning milk.
I'm trying to stand up. Mommy and Daddy hold me up and I move my feet around. They want me to walk because they think it's cute. But I want to walk because I can get into things I shouldn't get into alot faster if I could walk to them and stand up. Daddy moved my matress in my crib down lower in the crib because he was afraid that I might stand up in the middle of the night and tumble over the edge and get hurt. He takes good care of me.