The Beeeker, the Better

Beeek = BIG. And that's how I like things. When I want a sak (snack), I want a beeek one. "Want beeeek one. Dean hold beeek one." That means, don't break that cracker in half. But if you do, I want the bigger piece. More specifically, I want the hole box of crackers.

My voice is hoarse right now because I've been "adjusting" to our new home. When I go nigh nigh, I scream my brains out. And now my voice doesn't sound the same. It's very pathetic.

By the way, that's me up there in my mama's old school uniform. She wore that when she was five. I'm 2. I'm beeek.

Happy New Year from Baby Huey!

Happy 2008 guys! To go with my new year, I have a new house! That's right. We've moved, Take IV. And this time it looks permanent. Our first night here was Christmas Eve. When I woke up, Santa had brought me a train table and tracks!!!!! New house, new train tracks...not bad!
But before we moved into our new house, we were in California visiting my family. And guess what happened... my Auntie Suz and Uncle J. got married! I helped with the decor by building a sand castle during the ceremony. I'm very happy to have a new uncle (and this one does a very believable elephant impression).