So....a long time ago, when my My Mom (The Incubator) and My Dad (The guy who pokes me and feeds my mom ice cream to try and get me to kick) were talking about conceiving me, My Dad had discussed starting a blog for me to jot down my ideas and thoughts as they came to me....He talked about how great it would be for me to share my important, and all powerful perspective on the grand journey growing from a tiny Dot (that's how I got the nickname) to a kicking, screaming baby. Well, My Dad being the way he is, Mom is now mere months away from kicking me to the curb and he finally got around to starting my stupid blog. I find this totally unacceptable, and frankly a bit unprofessional on his part. I mean, doesn't he want me to be able to make my thoughts known? Doesn't he know that there could very well be nuggets of genius nestled in all my talk about chillin' in my womb and my fears about living in a placenta-free world?
Hm...well, greetings and salutations, people. I am currently called "The Dot" and I will have more to say very soon. Don't you fret.