I’m 4 Months Old!!

12 09 2010

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That’s right folks, I’m 4 months old today.  It’s kind of an important day ‘cause Mom and Dad keep talking smack about me havin’ to sleep by myself in my crib when I turn 4 months.  We’ll see about that.

 

I went to the Hog football game last week and got all dressed up and stuff and they wouldn’t let me in ‘cause I didn’t have a freakin’ ticket.  Why the heck do I need a ticket?  I’m 4 months old!  I can’t even sit up. Mommy was WAY pissed.

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Until next time Dawgs

E





Fall has fell

3 09 2010

 

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Hey everybody.  Went to a junior high football game with my brother Hogan.  It was Chaffin v Ramsey – big rivalry.  My Bubba was trying to creep on the chicks and thought holding me would work for him.  Uhhhh – not so much.

But I’m excited about the “Battle of the Bone” tomorrow.  I know that sounds like the name of a violent porn flick but its actually what they call the Van Buren v Alma game.  My Dad is taking me.  I’ll post some pix.

I’m out

E

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Ellis Speaks

31 08 2010

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Hi everybody.  My name is Ellis Ainsley Kradel and this is my blog.  I can’t really talk so good so I figure maybe I will share my thoughts here.

A few things about me –  I’m 3 and a half months old and maybe 22 inches long.  I am a little chubby ‘cause it’s hard to exercise when you can’t sit up or crawl. Mostly I eat,cry, sleep, poop, and hug my mom and dad.  Dad says my head is wider than my shoulders but I’m not so sure about that.  I do know that my noggin gets awful heavy if I have to hold it up for very long.

Dad calls me Ellie or Turdlet.  I think the second one is an insult and mom doesn’t like the first one too much.  She says that if she wanted my name to be Ellie she would have named me Ellie.  So I guess that much is clear.

Mom calls me Poot or Grump-a-pottamus.  I think maybe those aren’t too nice either.

Last night I slept in my own room by myself for the first time EVER!  Dad got worried after about an hour that I might be scared of the monsters and stuff (I WAS!) so he came an’ got me.  Mom told him he was a goober and was spoilting me.  But I’m not spoilt.  I just like company.

Also today I figured out how to hold my own bottle when I eat.  I was pretty impressed with myself and puked up all my formula to celebrate.

That’s all for now.  Y’all be cool.

E








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