I'm so glad mom and dad take me to gymboree. I usually start by doing some diamond pushups on the mat followed by working my tris through the blue tunnel. My personal trainer Miss Emily has got me on a strict regiment of drooling on balls, giggling at the flying parachute, and squealing at bubbles. It's really quite exhausting. One hour a day for 90 more days and I'll be joining Team Jacob. Besides working on my singing voice and buffing up my biceps for Hadley, there are balls, bubbles, tunnels, scarves, parachutes, and bells for me to play with and a constant reminder that I AM the cutest baby in Silver Spring. The other babies have good qualities too. I mean Nolan has a nice head of luxurious hair, Jessica has a cute figure, Mae has got 4 beautiful teeth, Jason has the coolest socks, and Nash has sweet blue shoes. But hey, none of them have the total package or have been deemed "The Best Boy" repeatedly. Luckily, we have an Army recruitment center next door and they are already trying to enlist me (yes, they start that young) and hook me up with sweet secret gear that you don't even know about.
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