Dear Uncle Joe,

First, Uncle Joe, let's get the important stuff out of the way. Presents. Where are mine? I've been sick and in my mind that means presents. I'm sure Aunt Ally has my address.

Okay, on to the other stuff...

My mommy told me that you were concerned that I would be upset about the blog when I grew up. You don't have to worry, I know all about it. I'm well aware that my mom shares my business.

As a matter of fact, I make her write about me. Like in the hospital. There I was sick -- and I thought, this would make a great blog post! So I told my mom, "Take my picture."

My mom was surprised, but got out the camera (she always does!).

And just to make sure that she understood, I said, "Make sure you put this picture on your blog."



I have no idea why she was laughing while she took it.

When she was done, I asked for the camera. I told her, "I'm taking pictures so we remember it. Make sure to put these on your blog, too!"

I started by taking more pictures of me. My mom said she got one, but I don't believe her. I never do. Just to make sure, I took about fifteen self-portraits:



And then I moved on to document the room. But only the really important stuff, like the clock:



Then I tried to take a picture of mommy reading. She looked up, which frustrated me. So I told her, "Read your book! Act natural."



Someday when I'm really, really, really old... say, eight.... I might change my mind and not like my mom posting about me anymore. She said she'd stop if I asked.

So, see? You don't need to worry about me at all.

My mom did say, though, that if you'd like to be "blog fodder" (whatever that is) that she's more than happy to use you. She says that anyone who collects poisonous plants and is a life-time member of the NRA is just begging for a blog post of his own.

I've got to go now. Important business to attend to - cartoons and all that.

Love your FAVORITE niece (or your only niece, whatever),

Bekah