I wish he'd stop looking at me that way.

It's making me nervous.

Almost there.

It won't be long before Master W. and I are walking.

And then... look out world!

You're Soooooo Vain...

... I bet you think this song is about you....

Why, oh why...

...wasn't I made with a set of windshield wipers? This is what happens when baby drool meets monster truck.

Disaster.

Babies love me.

It's true.

I was the only toy that could make Miss C. happy when she was a baby and now I go everywhere with Master W. We hang out in his bouncy seat. We go for rides in the stroller. I even get to ride with him in the car.

I've got crinkly hooves, soft fur and a squeaker in my tummy. What more could a baby want?