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Songs My Parents Made Up for me

Sunday, October 16th, 2005

My parents are cute. They made up songs for me. My mom’s flows better, and is kind of funny. My dad’s is goofy, but he tries.

The Burpy Song

Burpy, burpy, burpy
Singing the burpy song
Burpy, burpy, burpy
Gotta move that bubble along
Burpy, burpy, burpy
There’s nothing wrong
With letting rip a great big burp
During the burpy song
(repeat as necessary)

S is for Samantha

Samantha, Samantha
You’re my darling Samantha
S is for Samantha
A is for AC, he’s your dadddy
M is for Mommy who loves you very much
A is for Altoona which is where you live
N is for newborn which is what you are
T is for the teeth you don’t even have yet
H is for the hearts you stole from your parents, and
A is for always which is how long we’ll love you.

Sam’s First Post

Tuesday, October 11th, 2005

Hi. My name is Samantha. I’m one of the world’s youngest bloggers. I was born just over a week ago, on October 2nd. Because my verbal and motor skills are not yet viable for doing my own blogging, I have to communicate my updates to my daddy telepathically and have him type them in for me. As you might guess, he’s not very good at it [Hey!- dad].

First, I wanted to say thank you. So many people have been so supportive of me. I’ll try to thank you all more properly later. I think my dad must be so sleepy that even my weak telepathic link seems to be fading.

Secondly, I wanted to point you to pictures of myself. After all, I’m so gorgeous, I must be adored.

And finally, with this website, I also introduce Sam Trak. I’ve instructed my parents to closely monitor my intake and output. Dad’s kind of slow at it. Silly droid keeps falling asleep on me. He’s only got my output online now. But I’m assured that my intake will be logged shortly. If not, I’ll throw a tantrum like he’s never seen before.


Sunday, October 2nd, 2005

I was born this morning at 12:50AM. I wanted to wait, but my parents and their midwife wanted me out early. We compromised. they got to think of it as Saturday evening, but I got to be born on Sunday morning!

My parents claim that they are going to write a birth story. We’ll see.