My Ninth Month
	I am eight months old! Momma went to a huge sale at the Civic Center and bought me this cow outfit. There were lots of people there. Some of them had so much, they had tethered belts to huge laundry baskets, and they were dragging them around! Momma says she's not going again. Too many people are at consignment sales!
People have taken to calling me "Pebbles". I really don't like the name... My hair is not red, and it doesn't stick strait up! And Flintstones isn't exactly the best cartoon out there.
Daddy made me this baby blanket. He made it so pretty! It's very manly because I'm no sissy! Next Page ~>