I got my own room! Actually, I've always had it, but I still slept in Mom and Dad's room because I woke up three or four times at night because I was so darn hungry. I guess my stomach's growing because now I only wake up once, and sometimes it's at like 5:00 in the morning so we just get up instead of eating and going back to sleep. So I finally get to sleep in the crib that Grandpa Clevenstine built for me! I'll put up a picture as soon as I get it (it's at Grandpa's house right now).
Also, I'm a rollin' man. From back to front . . . only to the right. I can't turn left.
However, Mom thinks I'm left-handed because usually when I grab my hands my left grabs my right, and I have kick-butt control of my left foot, but not so much my right. We'll see, Mom. We'll see.
As you can see, I take after my Uncle Christer.