On Wednesday mom and I went the doctor to take a look at my baby brother. No, don't get excited... we don't know that he's going to be a boy. I just call him a him because I think it's more polite than calling him "it." Plus, I have a 50% chance of getting it right (that's right, Daddy taught me all about statistics). Mom told the lady taking the pictures that she and daddy like surprises. It's true... we all like surprises. The more suspense, the better! So the way we see it, nine and a half months of suspense makes for one of the best surprises you can get.
This picture is pretty neat because it shows how talented my brother is. Look at how flexible those hips are! Dad tells me that I used to be that flexible too, but it's pretty hard to believe. If you look closely, his knees are next to his nose.... and you see that arrow? That blurry spot next to the arrow is his foot! I think he inherited my Granna's long legs.
Mom's pretty excited because she says my brother looks like her. I think it's just wishful thinking because she gets pretty tired of everyone saying how much I look like Daddy. I guess it would stink to carry a baby around for 9+ months and not even have any noticeable features to show for it. She's not worried though... she claims that I get my "over all appeal" from her.
Frankly, I think he looks like an alien.
