Scarface.

Some people think I'm devious. Some people think I'm growing up too fast (Mommy and Daddy).

And some people think we've got the most dangerous fireplace in all of Perry Township. Check out the horrible scratch on my face.

I told everyone who would listen - everyone, over and over and over - that I cut myself on the fireplace. I'm not sure why I said it, since it's actually from a plastic tee-ball bat that grazed me at Debbie's house. But, if anyone asks, it was the fireplace!

I'm getting much better at coloring. The giraffe was not a fluke.
And I'm starting to really enjoy entertaining myself with projects like coloring and puzzles. It gives me a creative outlet, someplace to come and relax when I'm not being attacked by killer fireplaces!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ta-da!!!