For Bloophus

Hey Bud,

So, you might not know it now, but I'm your father. You're about 11 months old, and to you I'm sure I'm just one of the two people who happens to be around you all the time. Eventually you'll understand the concept.

Either way, I wanted to write you a secret blog. Not totally secret, of course...but maybe "just out of view." I hope to tell you about this some day...or maybe if I forget, perhaps you'll just stumble upon it.

I just wanted a place to talk to you for a bit, since you can't exactly talk back to me. Yet.

Who knows how long I'll do this...or if I'll even post a second blog entry. I put the odds at 50/50.

And "Bloophus" is the nickname we gave you as a child. I have no idea where it came from. I feel like it was a mix of Bocephus and Booger. Not the most flattering origin...but hey, nicknames aren't always supposed to be flattering.

Anyhow, today I took you to the playground for the first time ever. You've only been walking for a couple of weeks, so there wasn't a whole lot you could do. You ran around a little bit, but most of the time you sat down and tried to eat whatever you found on the ground. That's not a real great idea in Los Angeles, unfortunately...so I had to stop you.

It was a lot of fun for me. And you had a pretty good time too. It was only one hour, but it was amazing. I'm looking forward to many more years of stuff like this.