Looks like my foster daughter hijacked my computer again. I attest that I did not put her up to writing any of the following…
Hi, it’s me, Baby A. I’m the one in the pink-striped outfit above. My daddy is the one holding me (I’m bound and determined to get those glasses one day).
In the picture, we’re about to go into Mammoth Cave together with Mommy for his birthday, but I don’t remember it at all because I fell asleep just a few feet inside it. And good thing, too, because apparently there were giant crickets matting the walls of the cave that the tour guide didn’t reveal until we left the cave. That probably would have traumatized me.
Things have been good. My foster parents are in the process of adopting me, which means I’ll get to change my last name to theirs and then they’re lucky enough to keep me forever, which works out, because everyone says I look just like my foster parents anyway.
My daddy is still working hard to be a bestselling author so he can quit his day job and stay at home with me and Mommy all day and keep writing books for his fans. He just released his second book called I Am the Lion yesterday on Kindle. He hasn’t read it to me, because apparently it’s a little “too emotional” for me to handle, whatever that means. But I’ve been watching him follow the reviews on some other people’s blogs who’ve read it and people really seem to like it so far.
Here’s a couple of them:
… it was wonderful…I Am the Lion truly left me with lessons in my heart that I didn’t expect to learn. So personal. So honest. It 100% captivated me, and I couldn’t put it down! (And it was a big football weekend too!)
I am the Lion is a heart-warming, heart-wrenching roller coaster ride that will have you smiling, crying and sighing in frustration but it’s all worth it. Such a rare treat to read. Perfect Holiday read and socking stuffer.
What I thought would be [a] small diversion turned out to be a delightful experience…The only downside, i don’t have more of this to read!
So anyway, you can make this baby (me!) very happy by purchasing my daddy’s book on Kindle. From what I gather by sneaking a peek at the computer while he’s writing is that it’s a story about a father and his little girl trying to get along. I wonder if it has anything to do with us. Other than rapidly kicking my feet while he’s trying to put my pants on (it’s funny to watch him unsuccessfully hold back his temper), I think we get along pretty well.