Mommy is finally lightening up about what I can do, so I've spent a lot of time in the grass these past days.  It took a while to become acclimated to my new environment, so much grass touching was needed before I was comfortable.  I soon felt better, though, and discovered how easily grass can be transplanted from the ground to my mouth.  If I time it just right, Mommy and Daddy don't notice until it's too late.  Grass is much better than green beans.


I was also given some new bathmates.  Mommy picked me out some froggie toys, and they're really neat.  That brings the bath toy count to three fish, 1 duckie, and an assortment of froggie accessories.

On a more serious note, I wish I had more babies to play with.  Sundays were fun, but I've been sick lately, so I haven't gotten to go as much.  Last time I was around a baby, I discovered that his hand was even tastier than my own, and I must know if this is true of all other babies.  I am especially pleased to discover that, though biting my hand hurts, biting the hands of my friends doesn't hurt at all.  I have conquered pain!