Tim

Hey Joule!

Maybe I should call you EJ. Your middle name cracks me up, so I have re-named everyone here. My new name is Kip. We also have Olm, Watt, Mass, Density, Specific Gravity, and Darcy. Oh, and we changed our street name from 52nd Street to Galileo Drive. Anyway, you are doing a great job at training your Mom and Dad. Oh, by the way, that crying deal is working great. They hold you all of the time. Dad is apparently getting close to finishing your baby bed. I hear that he is 3-4 days out. Come on Dad. I haven't got to see you in person yet, but it is very obvious that you are almost exactly like your Mom was when she was a baby. Very much a control freak. I guess pay back is sort of funny. It sounds like your Dad is getting a little smarter though. Your Mom said that during one of your "fits" that he put you in your car seat, set you on the dryer, turned it on for some vibration entertainment, and then sat down and read a book. I guess you didn't fall asleep immediately, but it apparently tired you out enough to fall asleep later. Pretty ingenious Dad! It's really hard to believe, but your "grand" entrance didn't freak out either of your Aunts. I would have though different, but they mention their visit and all of the pictures and you everytime I talk to them. They think you are pretty cool. Your Mom said she has been using "stimulation" pictures and also a slide show to entertain and make you use your mind. I am not sure about all of that, but they think it works. I just hope you don't show up on Dr. Phil when you grow up (that's a joke!). We're planning a trip to see you soon, so that will be fun. Hey, your Mom has been putting some pretty crazy outfits on you and taking pictures. You might want to tell her to cool that deal. She sent one with a rubberband around your head. I never understood that look, but you'll get to see it someday. I sit and wonder what type of kid you are going to be. It will surely be interesting to see what you grow up to be like. If history repeats itself, I am guessing you'll probably be some sort of brainiac, who gets her nails done, wears tie dyed clothes, likes to play sports, and can't stand to hear birds sing ot talk (ask your Mom about that one). I suspect you'll get sent to the principal's office when you are in third grade for being smarter than your teacher and correcting her on the definition of word or an incorrect math answer. It's definately going to be interesting. Anyway, gotta go for now. I am going to try and find some stimulation photos for the dogs. I need something to stimulate them to quit pooping on the floor and to stop eating the walls and kitchen cabinets. Love, Tim.