i am nearly 2.5 months old and guess who hasn’t held me until today.  i’ll give you some hints:

• he calls me an alien
• he refers to me as “it”
• he is one of my uncles

if you still haven’t figured it out (and you don’t recognize the top of his head from the photo)… it’s uncle randy!

i’ve seen uncle randy plenty of times.  i know he loves me, but he’s never wanted to hold me.  no matter how hard i try to convince him that i am durable, he’s so afraid to break me.

normally, mommy and daddy ask uncle randy if he wants to hold me, and he runs away.  i guess that’s his way of saying no.  but today, mommy didn’t ask.  she cornered him and tossed me at him.  ha!

now that uncle randy knows he can’t break me, i wonder if he’ll play with me more.  i know he can’t wait for me to get bigger so he can take me out and teach me fun things.  i have a feeling that we are going to cause a lot of mischief together!