Day Eight Hundred and Six

The Guy With the Weird Name

Hey, it's me again. Trace.

So, that spotted faced girl came over for the third time yesterday. And I was like, "huuuuuuuh, you're leaving me with her...again?" (depicted above). I'm just kidding. Really. This time, she didn't try to force scalding hot milk down my throat. A win for us both. I didn't scream. And she didn't panic. Praise the Lord! Actually, yesterday went quite well. I sorta started really liking this giraffe-mixed-human. In fact, I was most happy when she held me real close. And though she's nothing like The Milk Lady (my mom, duh), that freckled girl does serve a mean mashed sweet potato. She also hangs out with this super tall dude...

His name is, Honey Can You Get That.

I think she likes him or something.

I had fun with my new friends yesterday. I hope they get to come back. And soon. I showed them how I can crawl now. Next time, I'll show them how I can say "Mama."