Hello,
again, everyone!
Hello,
again, everyone!
Annie here. I know this is totally, utterly, and in every other way inconceivable but I am already a whole year old. And what a year it has been!
I've
grown to almost 19 pounds and just over 30 inches (that's 8.5 kilograms
and 76 centimeters for you metric folk), and have four teeth (that's four
teeth in metric). I am pure energy; I keep goin' and goin' and goin' and
goin' and goin' and... well, you get the idea. If they could only put this
kinda energy in a battery. All this activity keeps off that unsightly baby
chub.
I started walking at nine months and have since learned to 'run' (which is like walking but is very fast) and to 'climb' (which is like walking but is vertical). I have found these activities quite useful; walking allows me to get to mischief, climbing allows me to get to the really good mischief, and running allows me to exit the crime scene. Mischief itself is, of course, like baby paradise. The heavily padded panties I wear ('diapers' I believe) are impervious to spanking.
I
talk an awful lot, but not that ordinary everyday kinda English that most
people speak. Annie-talk is a far more expressive and passionate language.
For example, "Mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum" means "I want Mom", "Ahhhhhh" means
"Annie happy", and "Waa!! Waa!! Waa!!" means "No sleep tonight". However,
the English word 'No!" does not translate well into Annie-talk.
Well,
Dad's waitin' in line to use the computer, so I better let him in before
he bops me on my noggin. Take care, everyone, and have a very merry Christmas
and (Ouch! I just got bopped!) a happy new year. See you again in '98!!
Hugs and kisses,
Annie
P.S. Visit me on the internet! Go to www.geocities.com/CapeCanaveral/3041 and check out the Annie links.