Week 19 - Speedy Delivery!

SURPRISE!!!!!! This is the first week that Daddy has posted my baby blog on the actual DAY that it was supposed to go up. Yup, they are SUPPOSED to come out on Friday. So why have they been coming out on Wednesdays and Thursdays you ask? Because that lazy, mouth-breathing Dad of mine keeps dragging his feet with the whole posting process. Its not MY fault that you aren't getting this jaw-droppingly-good blog on time every week! Blame Daddy, that's what I do. Especially when food is missing from the refrigerator.

Sooooooo, I finally heard from my "scouts" on the inside and the news isn't good. Remember how I told you that my sinister sibling was going through this whole "bone-strengthening process"? Well its getting worse now. MUCH worse. It would be "worser", if that was a word. Ah heck with it, I'LL make it a word. That's the kind of swagger I've got. Anyways, in addition to the bones the baby is now building up a surplus worth of IRON. This really made me scratch my head and wonder what was going on, so I found a book called, "What to Expect When You're Expecting" in mommy's room. At first I had no idea WHAT the people that wrote the book were expecting, but there was a baby on the cover so I put two and two together and came up with 5.

The OFFICIAL medical reasoning behind this (according to the book) is that the baby is storing iron to help produce its own red blood cells. That's a pretty harmless little function right there, right? WRONG! You see, you sheep out there may accept this as true, but I know better. This baby is a crafty one. The stockpiling of iron can mean only one thing - armor. Yep, baby body armor. Head to toe, iron-plated, butt-kicking armor. I have to admit I'm a bit jealous here, but thats okay. I'll just have to upgrade my own arms and defenses now. Couch cushion fort, prepare thyself for a second level of pillows…..

And if the armor isn't enough already, the baby is forming "teeth buds" right now. Great, more weapons. And there are multiple "levels" of teeth too. Hey mom, are we growing a baby in there or a shark?? Multiple rows? Oh okay….she says that there is another row forming UNDERNEATH the first row. The top ones are called "milk teeth", and the bottom is called "permanent". Okay, I get the permanent teeth, but "milk teeth"? Are they MADE of milk? Noooooooooooo. Do you EAT milk? Noooooooooooo. (And by the way if the milk you buy EVER requires you to CHEW it…..well lets just say you should find another grocery store) They could just call them "baby teeth" and be done with it, but some genius doctor probably just decided that he needed to name something, yet didn't feel like breaking out the latin terminology that day. I can hear him now - "Hey, lets call them 'milk teeth' just to screw with people".

There's a ton of new stuff happening this week isn't there? Man this baby needs to pace itself. Sit back and relax for a minute. Have a Coke and a smile there, crazypants. 

A LOT of the changes this week revolve around that little baby noggin, inside and out. The less intimidating side of the cranial development is that there is hair starting to grow up there. Yep, a little fuzzy buzzcut is forming right now but it will grow pretty fast. I remember how shaggy I was when I was born, yet it was almost a YEAR before I got my first haircut! That is a LOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNGG time in between cuts. But forget the window dressing, lets dive inside! Right now the baby brain is designating specialized areas for each of the senses. Pretty cool if you think about it, but it also poses a huge problem to me.

Recon.

The baby can start to check ME out now! Process light and dark? Sure. Hear my voice? No problem. Feel the pressure when I climb on mommy? Oh yeah. Man, this is a big problem. I know I told you before to limit our communications to email and texts, and that is more important than ever now because now the baby not only hears, but can start to process what it hears. Big time problem for me.

All of this brain activity means that my little sibling is starting to dream. I can only assume that these dreams are of World Domination like mine, so I need to prepare for the worst. After all, there's only a few more months before the baby arrives and that means lots of time to plot and scheme. I must assume the worst - by "Birthday Zero", this baby will arrive with some sort of Weapon of Mass Destruction. I'm gonna go with a "dirty bomb" here, or maybe a new plague. One thing is more sure, there's one "weapon" already in play right now. Peeing! Right now Baby #2 can "paint the walls" in there if he/she wants too. I only hope the baby enjoys THAT weapon as much as I did. Nothing is funnier than taking a whiz on dad, that's for sure.

All in all, that's not a bad week of development for a baby. Oh wait - I forgot to tell you how this latest addition to the Joiner family is measuring up. Weight - 8.5 ounces, and height is around 6" tall. Pretty tall little boy OR girl. So now the big question is - what do YOU think the baby will be? A boy or a girl? Look to the right side of the screen and you'll see a place to vote. Let your voice be heard! We'll keep taking the votes until we find out exactly WHAT is going on in there.

Once again, potty calls! I'm out.

-Andrew Joiner

Week 18 - Pieces and Parts

Well hello there, baby stalkers! Welcome to week 18.

I've gotta admit, things are getting pretty serious. I anticipated some sort of "leveling off", but the baby just keeps growing and growing. How is this possible? At some point, will it just BURST out of mommy's stomach or something? It CAN'T just keep growing forever. 

I don't quite understand where my calculations were wrong. I sat down, put crayon to paper, and figured it out all by myself. Check my work, please. I'm sure I didn't make any sort of error. Everybody knows that a red scribble means "no growth" right?

Well, for whatever reason the baby is still growing. If you measure from "crown to rump" (which is a fancy way of saying head-to-butt), my miniature rival is about 5.5" tall and weighs in at half a pound.

Yep, half a pound. 2 quarter pounders from mcdonalds, minus the weird seeds all over it. Anybody know what these seeds would grow if I watered them? I've never quite figured that out. I'd like to try the experiment but then again there's no WAY I'm sacrificing a happy meal in the name of science. I'd rather not know than miss out on my cheese-fix!

Right now the baby isn't covered in seeds though. My scouts are telling me that it is covered in this greasy, waxy goo from head to toe. That's pretty much….well……gross. I can understand how it would help keep the baby safe in there, since it would just slip and slide all over if something pushed on it. But wait…..is there something more?

That's it! More sneaky baby defenses! I should've known this clever one was prepping for our inevitable battle. If its slippery, I can't grab it! My toddler fists of fury would just slide right off! So now I've got a slithery little baby rival with bones that are getting harder by the day. And what are my bones doing? Just sitting there, that's what! Come on bones, get tough! Turn to rock, or steel, or 2 week old meatloaf. I need to keep my advantage!

Oh, there's one more HUGE development. This is the week that the baby has its little….um…..well, its…..little baby parts. What does that mean for you? Well, if mommy and daddy weren't such frugal people, we would all be able to see if I'm dealing with a baby boy or a baby girl! Way to go, cheapos. You can't help me out a LITTLE with some high-tech scouting? Bah, you're useless! Fortunately for me, I had the forethought to install a closed-circuit-camera system inside my old apartment before I left. All I have to do is punch up the camera feed and I'll……

Um, yeah. I forgot I left my monitor in there too. Aw man!!!! I was that close to knowing!! Oh well, I'll have to send a text to my friends - stomach, kidneys, and liver. They still hang out near the old neighborhood and they'll be able to check for me and text me back. Just don't hold your breath waiting for a response. They aren't exactly the fastest to respond to a text message. But then again, you wouldn't be that quick either if you didn't have any hands to type with! For the life of me I still don't know how they do that. To give you an idea of how slow they text, I just got a message today that said-

"OMG urban meyer just resigned at Florida. what the hell??!!!"

So yeah I don't think we have the time to wait for a message from them. We might just have to wait until mom and dad decide to tell us. That being said, maybe we should start kicking around some baby names. What do you guys think I should name my baby brother or sister? Daddy keeps wanting to name the baby "Megatron", regardless of whether its a boy or girl. What is wrong with that guy? Has he taken a sharp blow to the head lately or something? I consider myself lucky that I escaped with a relatively normal name.

Alright folks, I've gotta get out of here. I hear a potty down the hall calling my name. Later!

-Andrew

Week 17 - My Growing Adversary

It looks like my secret is out. I was hoping to sneak under the radar with my training but it appears my future sibling has found out. At first I thought that mommy or daddy spilled the beans but it appears that this one is developing new talents.

What talent could this be? Well, it appears that little baby ears have not only formed - they're sticking out of the baby's head! That's it, from now on we can't discuss any sensitive material vocally. I have no option but to type them out. Its either that or morse code, smoke signals, and that kind of stuff. Who knows? Maybe I'll start a disinformation campaign to throw the baby off track. 

On MY side of the wall, I've heard lots of things about the newest little Joiner. He/she is getting taller by the day - 5 inches tall if you measure from head to butt. Why they don't include the legs in this measurement is beyond me. Thankfully they don't measure height like this at Busch Gardens because I'd NEVER be able to ride a ride that way!

The baby still has a little room to roll around so there's a whole of punching and kicking going on. This means that I get to watch a real funny show as mommy keeps mad-dashing to the bathroom. Yep, it looks like the little one has found the bladder and diaphragm and loves to give mommy a good "pop" when she least expects it. I can relate - I'm currently mastering potty training myself so I can appreciate a good run to the bathroom. Its good to know that I'm not alone!

And speaking of bathroom fun, word on the street is that my little companion is making poop. Yep, slowly but surely there's a big one brewin'! I thoroughly enjoyed crafting my own back in the day so that I could pay my daddy back for all of the bad jokes and poor name choices when I was "doing time" in there. I can't wait to see the look on his face when Baby #2 GOES number two! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Oh, guess what else? I've heard that the baby has a way of getting "tough" and "soft" at the same time! I didn't think it was possible but this sneaky little devil has found a way to get it done. 

First the "tough" part. This is the part that worries me. Up until now the baby's skeleton was soft, bendable cartilage but NOW its turning to bone. Maybe that's why his/her punches and kicks are being felt more by mommy. With the little one getting "battle ready", I need to step up my training even more. Don't say anything though. Remember, baby ears are picking up everything!

But now here's the "soft" part. My little sibling is starting to chunk up. You know, get plump, fatten up, turning portly, etc. I remember my mom and dad saying something about "baby fat", and how its supposedly so cute. Okay great, now the baby is trying to "out-cute" me? Are you KIDDING??? How can anybody get cuter than this? I humbly submit a few cute pictures to state my case. You tell me - what can be cuter?

Yeah that's what I thought. 

Well my work here is done. Its time to throw on my jammies and head off to bed. Be sure to check the video links at the bottom of the page - you'll see one where I'm reading one of my favorite books….I think.

Until next time, Andrew out!

Week 16 - Planning and Prepping

I have some big news for you this week in my battle with my soon-to-be-sibling. I cant say MUCH for fear of tipping my hand, but….

Oh who am I kidding. I can't keep a secret. I'm in training. I'll be fighting for my Legos in no time, so I'm continuing my preparation for the big showdown. Last time we talked I was just building walls but this time - I'm building ME! First I did some weightlifting.

Check out those baby guns! The only bad part is that I'm too strong for this stuff. That's right - TOO STRONG. I'll have to get creative in my workouts now. Improvise. What else can I lift. Let's see here….

My 4 wheeler! I'll just toss this thing in and out of the pool for about an hour now. Yessir, I'll be ripped in no time. Don't lie - I look dangerous now, don't I? Seriously, try to stare me down. Go ahead, I'll wait.

HA! You blinked first. I win again! I can't blame you though, I can be intimidating when I want to be. In fact, look at my newest weapon, the Super-Splash-O-Matic Shoulder Cannon! Say it with me…."I'll be back".

I know I'm showing off a little bit but you get the picture. With every waking moment I'm preparing to defend all that is Lego. I'll have my hands full because that little one keeps growing by leaps and bounds. How do I know this?

Because I did what General Custer should've done. I sent scouts.

Okay, maybe not officially scouts, but one doesn't spend 9-10 months in solitary confinement without making a few friends. I made friends with my neighbors while I was waiting to be born, and they haven't forgotten about me. I paid off mommy's stomach with a few Snickers bars, and in return I get information - LOTS of information. So, what did I hear through the grapevine this week? Well….

My fetal opponent is now the size of an avocado and growing fast. Its legs are growing faster and toenails have sprouted. The baby's entire body is now proportional to its head, which is somewhat of a downer for me because I use to say teasing remarks like "Hey lightbulb!" Now the baby is balanced out and no longer top heavy, so I have to come up with new trash-talking material.

My "source" has also told me that the baby's ears and eyes have now shifted to their proper position. Those eyes are getting useful too - they can sense light and cover their eyes when it gets too bright, which explains why the baby didn't like "Disco Night" at "Club Andrew". (for those interested in "Club Andrew", doors open after school lets out and close when it gets dark outside) Seriously. I installed all of those light-up floor tiles for nothing? I've gotta take them out? Oh the heck I am!

There's also something in a note written about the scalp pattern of the baby growing, but I can't tell if that's what is written because my "sources" ran out of room on the paper that they handed me. I'm not master spy or anything but you'd think they'd come prepared with something more than a pen and a post-it note. Get it together guys, or I'll quit sending food your way!

All is not lost though. I do remember some specifics from the time I spent incarcerated for 10 months. For example, this week that baby should be developing a suction reflex. Why does that matter? Well think about it for a minute - if the baby is sucking, then the baby is drinking….and since the baby has grown taste buds……come on, you know where I'm going with this……come on……

Oh come on, REALLY???? You don't get it??? Agh! I'm dealing with amateurs around here! Absolute Baby Amateurs! Think about it. If the baby can taste bitter, they won't suck as much but if they taste sweet, they'll drink twice as much! SO, all I have to do is send a few pints of ice cream down there and it will be so busy eating it up that it might just forget about coming out! Then I'll have all of these Legos to myself!

I don't pat myself on the back very often, but this plan is foolproof. Seriously, what could go wrong?

Well I know you'd love to sit and read this forever, but I've got more training to do. This body doesn't stay perfect on its own, I've gotta put in some WORK! Before I go though, I will say this - be sure to harass my dad about getting my communiqué out on time. I swear, sometimes I think he's going slow on purpose. Either that or he IS slow. I choose the second answer.

Until next time, Andrew out!

Week 15 - Growing Like a Weed!

Its week 15 and I know what you're thinking - "I didn't get an invite to the lego pool party". EXACTLY! You keep your hands off my legos! I take them very seriously. This week I'm using them to build a wall four inches tall.

Why so exact? Because that's how tall BabyJoiner is right now and I've GOT to keep him/her away from my legos! So here I go, red block, red block, blue block, yellow block….all the way to the top!

Okay, mission accomplished. The wall is built. Its never too early to start preparing for an invasion. This new baby is a crafty one. While all of you are convinced that this sweet baby is just resting and growing, I'm convinced that he/she is attempting to overthrow me from my throne. All of the evidence is there. How do I know? HA! You poor soul. Let me explain.

BabyJoiner is growing like a weed. 25% taller than last week? Yeah, that's nothing to sneeze at. Baby's legs are growing longer than its arms now too, so it no longer looks like some hairy quadruped. Do you know what that means? Longer legs = getting over my wall!!! My precious Lego wall!!! Maybe I should add a few more blocks to the top……

Oh but it doesn't stop there. BabyJoiner is getting taller AND is starting to SEE. Great. You know, as much as I love my Lego blocks, it's not like they blend in really well with anything. Bright red, yellow, blue, and green? This little creature is sure to spot them! True, BabyJoiner can't see the world with open eyes just yet but he/she can already tell the difference between light and dark.

Hmmmmmm, light and dark….light and dark. I can use this to my advantage! If I shine a bright enough light by my Legos, that should force BabyJoiner to turn away. Ha! Its just crazy enough to work. Quick, daddy! Get your bloated posterior off of that couch and fetch the handheld spotlight for me. Its time to give mommy's tummy…..a little TAN.

What the???!!! Dead batteries! Man, WHY did I forget to turn my toy car off? I used the last batteries that we have on my car!!! 

Well, if I can't keep the baby away with a bright light, the only other option I have is to go to battle with another one of his/her senses. TASTE! I did a little recon and I discovered that the baby is starting to grow little baby sized tastebuds right about now. Sooooooooooo……all I have to do is find the most hideous, disgusting tasting thing I can find and make sure the baby gets a sample.

Awful taste, awful taste…..let's see, where's that stuff that daddy cooked the other night? I think it was supposed to be spaghetti, but spaghetti isn't green. Man I don't know what dark culinary road he turned down with that one, but that stuff is nasty enough to make a stray dog lose its lunch. Oh man, this will be perfect!!!! But how do I get it to the baby?

DANGIT!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, clearly this child is a better protected adversary than I thought. Who would've thought that mommy's tummy is like baby body armor? I can't lay a finger on that baby, yet if I were to go to the doctor right now, I could probably SEE if I was dealing with a baby boy or a baby girl. So why do I have to wait? I have no doubt that whatever the reason for the wait is, it is certainly my dad's fault.

Clearly there's no chink in the armor, no room for an attack. For now I guess I'll just have to fortify my defenses. Sooner or later this child will bring the fight to me - and I'll be ready.

Until next week!

-Andrew

Guess what's NEW???

Okay, so I've been a little slow at getting back to this blog stuff. Can you blame me? (Trick question - you can't blame me because I'm two and a half and "still learning". Yeah, that old gag. I'm gonna use that excuse for as long as I can. In fact, I plan on using it straight through something daddy calls "college". Andrew James Joiner jumps through hoops for no one. I blog when I feel like blogging!

So, what's new with me? Oh, nothing much. I've just learned to walk, talk, eat, run, play video games, climb furniture, go to the potty, swim and splash, flirt, stuff like that. And what grand leaps have YOU made lately? Huh? Find a new shortcut to McDonalds? Wow, way to go there Magellan. Don't overextend yourself so much. I've only changed my entire way of life and turned into a small man already while you sit on your butt watching hokey sitcom reruns. Way to apply yourself, Slacker.

Enough about you though, lets get back to a more interesting subject - ME! I'm going to be a BIG BROTHER!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!! ROCK ON!!!!!!!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!!!!

Now, can somebody please tell me what the heck that is? Mommy and Daddy asked me if I wanted to be a big brother and I said yes, but I'm not exactly sure what I just signed up for. I assumed it involved going to Legoland, hence my excitement. But since they asked me that, we haven't done jack squat. I'm not even allowed to jump on mommy's tummy anymore. Man, this big brother stuff sucks. Well if nobody is going to tell me what it is, I'm going to steal daddy's computer and look it up. Hang on a sec…..

-----BLOG INTERMISSION - GO TO THE LOBBY AND GET YOURSELVES A TREAT-----

What the hell??!!!!! I've gotta share the house with another kid now? No way man! This love shack is MINE! MINE MINE MINE!!!! Yeah, I'm two…..what's so terrible about that? Why didn't anybody tell me about this??? I thought "big brother" was a ride at Legoland! Curse you mommy and daddy and your trickery!!

Okay Andrew Joiner, don't panic. Instead of looking at this "new invader" as muscling in on your territory, find a way to turn this to your advantage. Think. While this little creature is growing inside mommy, there's got to be a way to make this work out for me. Its bad enough the new baby has already become a squatter in my old apartment. HEY! YOU IN THERE! KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY STEREO! 

Foolish child. I just got all of my radio station presets just the way I like them, and then it starts changing them. Come to think of it though, I was pretty busy at 14 weeks too. At that age I could already kick, punch, and grab. I thought I was pretty advanced for my age but apparently my little doppleganger is as skilled as I am. Ah young JoinerBaby, you are a worthy adversary indeed.

14 weeks - I remember those days. Back then, my arms had already grown to be proportional to the rest of my body. I had also started to grow little fuzzy body hair by then too, so I looked more like a baby and less like a T-Rex. That was also the week where I finished making my liver, kidneys, and spleen. I still don't know what my spleen is for, and daddy says that I'll need my liver by the time I get to college. HA! It's ready to go right NOW old man!

That 14 week mark also gave me my single most entertaining skill to date - peeing! Yep, after my kidneys formed I started whizzing all over the place. To this day, I still enjoy a good pee. My Keepers are trying to do this thing right now called "potty training", where I have to find these big white bowls if I want to pee or poop. Joke's on you, old people! I'm already fully capable of controlling my bodily functions. I just throw in an occasional accident for my own personal amusement. I love watching older people chasing after me and screaming, "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

So what can I do about this new baby??? Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of a little competition. I've already scouted things out. I have videotape. I've done my homework on this kid and there is no WAY I'm fearful of a 3.5" tall person. But how can I make a teeny tiny baby work for ME?

Aha! I've got it! I have a role for this new baby - Scapegoat. Fall Guy. Patsy. Just think of all of the things I can get away with and blame the baby. Broken items, disappearing car keys, passing gas….the possibilities are limitless! If I play my cards right I will look like an absolute angel while my unwilling accomplice takes the fall. Heck, the baby won't even be making complete sentences for a good year or so, and by that time my credibility will be so rock solid that no one will believe it. My master plan cannot fail. It will not fail! BabyJoiner 2.0, you are my puppet!!!

Okay, enough of the blog for this week. I've got a lego house to build. With a lego swimming pool. And if you play your cards right, I might just invite you over for a swim. Yeah, I'm that good. Later!

-Andrew Joiner

Week 40? Not so fast my friend!

BabyLog Entry: December 29th, 8:27pm - Mommy has taken me to a Cajun Wedding Reception at the Vinoy. There's a live band here and enough food to choke a horse. This music has me moving and grooving to the beat. In fact, its starting to inspire me. 3 days from my due date? They'll never see it coming.

My Egress. My Departure. My Escape.

Plan A - The Beatdown. I'll get this muscular baby room contracting so much that mom will unwittingly push me out. Yes, yes, I'll make HER do all of the work for a change. She'll never see THAT coming. So, I've hooked a set of jumper cables up to an old car battery and decided to make my move.

One jolt and the room gets smaller. A successful contraction! For a second I think about following up with another quick shock but then I realize that too much action might squeeze me into baby goo. I better space these out more, say 5 minutes apart?

A second jolt goes into the uterine walls and now mom is starting to notice. She makes a comment to dad but they don't think too much of it. Dad's friend Tony notices and instantly pulls out his iPhone with a contraction timer. Yes, a contraction timer. Dammit, this third party is catching on to my plan. I better slow these things down for a little bit and throw him off the scent.

9:30pm - Mom and Dad are leaving the reception. I notice a sudden temperature drop as they leave the building. Perfect! I can now put my next plan into effect. Plan B - The Shake. I'll send a series of shivers through mom's body in another attempt to have her push me out. As cold as it is outside, they'll just think that she's shaking from the cold Let's see how it goes.

10:45pm - She's been shaking for over an hour now. The result? Well, she thinks she's really cold. Still shaking, with no result. Good lord, am I EVER going to get out of here? Mom is going to run a hot bath to "warm up". Well, little does SHE know that just gets things ready for me down here. Not only that, but it is a perfect segue into my third plan of Escape.

December 30, 12:15am - Plan C - The Waverunner. This plan should work like clockwork. I'm going to sacrifice my watery room for this one. The idea is simple - bust a hole in the room, and ride the "wave" of fluid right outta here. Its surfing for babies! What could go wrong? Besides, I'm all pruny-looking from being in liquid for this whole time. Its time for me to get high and dry!

2:45am - It looks like the third time was the charm. Although I didn't rush out with the water like I thought I would, mom and dad finally realized what was going on. They're on their way to the hospital now. Well, there go my chances of a surprise attack. If nothing else, maybe I can give them the slip once I pop out. Yeah, that's a better plan. They won't be expecting that!

2:30pm - The wait has seemed like a lifetime, but mom is FINALLY starting to push me out. This is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. Sure she's doing the work, but fitting through that tiny escape hatch isn't easy. I've been wiggling and kicking, but I just can't seem to make much headway.

5:06pm - BREAKTHROUGH! I've finally popped my head into the outside world, and whats the first thing I see? Dad! Man that guy is funny looking. Before I have too much opportunity to criticize him further, mom gives another good push and the rest of my body pops out. I get a quick glance at mom, and then I'm whisked away by 4 or 5 cute nurses who just can't keep their hands off of me. Rub this, snip that, wipe this, push that....geez ladies, I'm a baby not a pile of Silly Putty!

5:10pm - Daddy cuts the cord. Hey! HEY! DAD! A little further UP please? Cut the CORD, not my man-parts! OK you cute little nurses, pick me up and move me out of daddy's field of vision so I can get out of here. Hey! Didn't you hear me? Get me off of this blanket and onto the sweet road of freedom!

5:15pm - I'm screwed. The nurses didn't help. Sure they were cute, but they sure weren't playing on Team Baby's side today. I'm now all wrapped up and in daddy's hands. Now I'm getting passed off to mom. Okay, so much for escape. I guess my only chance now is to grow up to be big and strong, and THEN exact my revenge. Until then, I'll lay low. I'll wear all of these clothes with duckies, bunnies, and frogs on them. But one of these days.......

So what is life on the outside like so far? Ah, I can't complain. There's a lot more stuff to look at, that's for sure. I like staring at the light coming through the blinds. TV is a very cool thing too. All of the flashes of light and colors keep me entertained. One of my favorite things to do is EAT. Whether its milk or formula man, its all good. I keep telling mom that I want to try some pizza or ice cream, but she doesn't seem to understand baby talk. She just says "I'm fussy".

FUSSY? What the hell, woman? I'm expressing my wants and needs vocally. That doesn't mean that I'm fussin'. It means I would greatly appreciate a more diverse menu, that's all. Just for that, I'm going to load up my next few diapers REALLY GOOD just to make my point.

Well Baby Stalkers, I'm finally here. I showed up early, and only 9% of you thought I'd manage to do that. There's no more "BabyBoy" either - they've named me Andrew James Joiner. Daddy's been calling me "AJ" for short. I like it. Easy to remember, easy to say, and so easy to spell that even daddy can't mess it up. Look out world, here comes AJ Joiner!

I'm going to be pretty busy from here on out, so I doubt I'll be doing weekly updates. But have no fear, I'll make sure to update every other week to keep you up to date with my latest exploits. I'll also post some of my favorite pictures and videos as well. So while the updates won't be as frequent, they'll have a lot more cool stuff to check out.

Until then AJ Stalkers, keep on stalkin'!
-Andrew James "AJ" Joiner