Well, we moved out of our little brown bungalow on Saturday. Mommy and Daddy keep telling me I'll never remember the house because I'm too little. I'm not so sure. You should have seen all the guys straining to get Daddy's giant TV out of the basement - I think it's time for a flat screen! My new friend Gracie stopped by to say "hi" (or rather, she cried and her mommy had to take her home!). Everyone had beer and pizza when it was over, except for me and the dog! Man! Later, I helped Daddy with some cables at Grandma A's house (see photo).