Hey all - Landon here. Just wanted to stop by and post a message of my own. I'm close to 9 months old now, and so far life hasn't been that bad. I started crawling the other day. That was cool, but I'm over the excitement now. I'm movin' on to the good stuff, pulling up, walking, getting into everything I possibly can. I see how the older two run mom ragged and it looks kinda fun. I want to get in on that action.
I do, however, have a couple of issues with the whole third kid thing. First of all, I get left alone an awful lot. And despite my rather persistent cries of protest, they just leave me. Mom's all "Sorry bud, but I just can't hold you now." What's that all about? I'm adorable! Who wouldn't want to hold me. And, you know, mom keeps complaining about the extra 10 pounds she's holding on to...well, if she'd tote my 23 pound behind around more, I could guarentee a quick and easy weight loss. Then there are my siblings. I mean, they're cool and all, and for the most part they crack me up. But they can also be a little annoying - especially the one with the longer hair who keeps pushing me over and trying to pick me up even though I weigh almost as much as she does. And the tall one that talks a lot - well, he just eggs her on! Tonight was no different. I was in my room...alone...again, when they both came running in all sopping wet and naked. I had just enjoyed my own bath and was minding my own business when I felt this cold goop hit my head and saw them laughing and pointing. Feeling foolish, I tried to laugh along, but when mom came in and shook her head and said that "no" word that I hear a lot, I knew it wasn't good. Turns out the one with the longer hair thought it would be hilarious to glop lotion on my nice, clean head. Ha, ha, ha. Real funny guys. Geesh. What they don't know is that I am storing up all these moments of torture and I will have my revenge. I've heard that little brother's are supposed to be pests - I can't wait to live up to that!