I have started expressing myself. As I was younger my parents never knew if I liked something just by looking at me.
Now I am starting to show them my feelings and emotions.
I like playing with my building blocks.
I like grabbing books off the shelf.
I am a little bit surprised what is this thing.
Regardless of what it is it is a fun thing. It has a small ball making funny noises inside!
They dressed me up, put me on a table on a deck and I should be happy?
And now my mom corrects smothing with my dress. Awful.
Get me out of here. The sun shines right into my eyes!
A camera attached to my dad looks really funny to me!
Especially when this little light comes on. I like the little light. I don't like the big light,
which is very bright for a moment. My dad calls it a flash.
I feel right in my mom's arms. My mom likes holding me, too.
Ta sama strona po polsku.