Everything is a first for me. Dad held me up so Papa could take these photos. I can’t sit up yet. This is just a trick cause Dad’s hands aren’t in the photos. Next up was Thanksgiving which seemed to center around my favorite thing - eating. But the old people around me ate stuff I have never eaten. Then they used their teeth and hands. What are those teeth things anyway? Where do I get some? None of their food looked as good as what I eat. I like boobs and bottles. They all talked a lot about Christmas. Not sure about that. We will see.