Hello World!

Hello Everyone!

My name is Evan. Well, that’s not quite true yet; because I haven’t been born yet. If the doctor knows her stuff, then I should be here on February 13, 2008.

My mommy and daddy tell me that my name will be Evan. I like that name. I hear them using it quite often as they talk about me kicking and moving and poking around inside my mommy. My daddy says I am looking for a way out. My mommy says she sure hopes not, because I’m not done yet—I’m not sure what that means, but I guess my mommy knows what she is talking about. After all, she’s done a good job of keeping me safe and warm in here for the past few months.

My parents have been very busy getting my room ready. I’m not sure why they are getting a room ready for me, I’d rather just sleep with them—that’s the only place I’ve slept before. And if it is good enough now, it should be good enough later. By my mommy and daddy are convinced that life would be far better if I had my own room. I wonder who life will be better for?

I do like my new room. It is filled with all kinds of baseball things—pictures and bats and bobbleheads and cars...just about everything you can think of that has baseballs on it! I like that! And I can hardly wait to play with it all—once I figure out how to climb up to that high shelf and get it all down. I’m sure I’ll find a way. Maybe Peanut, our dog, will help me!

I’m getting tired now and need to go back to sleep. I’ll type more as I get more “done” inside my mommy.

My Parent’s Little Angel,

Evan