dear journal,

about a month ago, i figured out a way to escape this place!
turns out my chubby legs and toes were not just for eating.
it took me about a week to get my knees working right, but i haul now.
i am as good as gone.

it doesn’t take much to get attention around here,
now that i can reach everything in this tiny place.
just touch a cord, dvd, knob, mirror, a piece of dust, thread, or remote
and they come runnin.

these? oh these are battle wounds…
this is training ground for the big stuff.
i just get distracted when i stand
and i am not that graceful at getting down everytime,
so i have a few bruises, lay off.

i think i am catching on to what people are saying to me sometimes too.
i get that bath means personal hot tub time, and sitting in my little chair means chubs are soon to follow.  and i know they are mama and dada and i’m boston and all that…

can i tell you something else?
i know i’m a good lookin guy.
i like mirrors.
i climb right up to em and kiss em
cause that’s a beautiful face.

and sometimes i talk to my g-ma’s on the computer
and i lay on the cheese real thick.
just like when mom takes me to joanns and lets me ride in the cart,
cause the ladies like that kind of stuff.

teeth? i got about 7 of those guys.
keeps the ‘rents up some nights,
but it usually means i get another meal and a little rockin time out of it,
so i don’t hate it too much.
plus, turns out those are pretty handy when eating sliced carrots…

i think mom thinks i’m broken cause i eat more than her.
but i gotta get big now so i’m not scrawny.
so far its not working, but as long as she feeds me, i’ll eat!

a note from mom:
we are still nursing, but i can’t say if that will last much longer….
lets just say i would like to still have the ability to nurse #2…