Well, it looks like I might get to experience my first hurricane next weekend. Wilma is predicted to come somewhere along the west coast of Florida. This probably means we won't get to go watch UCF beat Tulsa next weekend :( Hopefully this weekend is better than this last one. Mommy went out of town to hang out with her old friends in St. Louis leaving me and daddy home alone to suffer. I wasn't feeling to well so it wasn't a fun weekend for either of us. The only good thing is that the Astros are one game away from the World Series where they'll get to play the Chicago White Sox.

I'm now over 3 months old and I'm already trying to talk! Today, daddy and I were in the kitchen singing Tiny Dancer together. Daddy can't carry a tune in a bucket but I smile at him anyhow because it is the effort that counts :)