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For those of you questioning Avery’s ability to blog, I will have you know that she is sitting in my lap as we speak. She was not really feelin her nap this afternoon, and when I went to get her, I found her coughing and sneezing with green boogers coming out of her left nostril, so I think it’s safe to assume that she might have her first little baby cold. So we decided that she would sit in my lap and dictate (aka make random noises and movements) and I would transcribe her ambitious goals for 2008.

Hello world. Sorry I’ve been out of touch for a while. My social calendar has been insane lately, what with the holidays and all. December was a total blur. My mom went back to work temporarily, and these two really nice ladies came and hung out with me, Mimi and Grammy. Having them around is like having your own personal entertainer; they are waaaay more fun than my mom and dad. Anyways, that whole mom-at-work thing wasn’t really workin out for me, and I’m really glad she’s been home since the new year hit.

Speaking of the new year, I’ve noticed that people tend to set goals for the new year, so I thought I should follow suit. Like my dad, I have chosen three words to describe the goals I hope to have achieved by the time 2009 is up.

Eat
It didn’t take me long to figure out why people love food so much. I’ve only tasted one kind and I looooooooove it. I have to have it like every three hours. Breastmilk definitely does a body good, and my 97th percentile physique is proof in itself. In 2009 I hope to begin eating real food, you know, the solid stuff. Yesterday, this awesome stainless steel food processor came in the mail and my mom said something about how I would get to eat everything they ate. SCORE! Too bad I won’t be eating solids before the superbowl, I would really love some boneless buffalo wings pureed with breastmilk. mmmmmmmm. Oh well, I should be able to partake of Thanksgiving dinner, and that will be well worth the wait. Not to mention my first birthday cake…

Talk
I obviously have a lot to say and I’m hoping this year to utter my first word. I haven’t decided what it will be yet. Mom and Dad keep trying to get me to say (surprise) mama and dada but I think it would be awesome to throw them for a loop and have my first word be “loquacious.” As in, “I am going to be very loquacious when I grow up so enjoy me now, while I’m still a mute.” OK, maybe that’s unrealistic, but I could at least shoot for like “jello” or something.

Walk
No, I haven’t even rolled over yet (I got close once, but I scared myself and I think I’ll hold off for a while), but I think this year, in my spare time, I will work on crawling, and eventually take my first step. Immobility is so infantile, and I have places to go. Just think of all the fun Posh and I will have when mom can’t keep us apart anymore! Oh the places we’ll go…closets, stairs; the possibilities are endless.

Suffice it to say I have a big year ahead of me. I better go work on what I do best right now…eat and sleep…in preparation for the coming months. Avery, out.