Dad was in charge of me.

I had to take a bath, mom was drawing it, and daddy was in charge of me. So he stuck me in the dirty laundry basket. Did I stink? Was he trying to say something?

Indians!

Seriously. The year I'm born the Indians go to the playoffs, how cool is that?

Go Browns!

Thanks Uncle Matt and Aunt Rachel for the cool warm-up suit!

Plums Again

Learning how to eat finger foods with a very sour plum that kept making his lips pucker.