Today would have been a Super day even without that big football game: it's Dad's birthday! Mom helped me write him a birthday card (I addressed it to "Dadadadada...," which as you know is what I call him—and everyone else), and he said that my sleeping through the night for the past three nights and being super-cheery all weekend is the best birthday present he could ever receive. Dad asked me to talk a little more about his birthday celebration today but I reminded him that this is my blog and he should go start his own blog if he wants to write about himself.So instead, let's talk about how I'm getting older! I already wrote today about how I'm started to self-feed. Last night, I discovered that Dad had lowered my crib once again because I'm getting bigger and getting close to pulling myself to a standing position. So now the crib is at its lowest setting. Yesterday Mom and Dad took me to apply for a passport—can you believe I'm going to have a passport already?—which must mean we're traveling somewhere amazing very soon. Finally, my crawling has been improving by leaps and bounds this weekend. Mom and Dad had better put a rush on those babyproofing plans!
I'd better get back to the Super Bowl, because who knows when Mom and Dad will let me watch TV again!
