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I do believe in change

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 18:28:00 +0000

in fact, several times a day.

Meine Familie am 4. Januar 2009

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 20:03:00 +0000

Schau mal, mein neues Auto.

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:33:00 +0000

Ich muß nur immer stundenlang um den Block fahren bis ich einen Parkplatz kriege.

Ich hab Dich auch lieb!

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Sun, 24 Aug 2008 20:55:00 +0000

It's called the Fire Island Shuffle

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Sun, 27 Jul 2008 18:23:00 +0000

You think it has something to do with the sand in my diaper?

Red-handed? What’s red-handed?

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 03:35:00 +0000

By the way, those ginger-o’s are outstanding.

I can bite through power cords!

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 19:26:00 +0000

And I’m not even a year old.

He just doesn’t listen!

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 22:16:00 +0000

He-lo-oh! I’m thirsty!

Now, that’s better.

(Edit. note: It’s decaf. Shh.)

I know what you’re thinking...

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 22:07:00 +0000

But I’m not wearing contacts. My eyes are that color.

Frohe Weihnachten!

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 17:04:00 +0000

Whoo hoo. We have a tree inside the house, and it has these bright color balls hanging from it, and I can see funny faces in them. But those little green sticks under the tree taste weird.

My wild brother Lenni...

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 19:53:00 +0000

on YouTube:

The new girl on the other side of the park

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 05:19:00 +0000

I haven't met her yet, but I'm hearing good things. Apparently, my people know her people. There might be lunch in our future.

Her name is Oona Elizabeth. No, no, that's how she spells her name. And she's got some pictures online.

Go take a look.

See ya,

Henry

Hey...

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 18:33:00 +0000

I love the beach

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 23:27:00 +0000

You see the green towel? That's me. It was pretty windy that day, and besides, I like my dinner in peace and quiet.

I wish I could sing

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Wed, 04 Jul 2007 19:20:00 +0000

Today is my Mom's birthday. Even I got a little bit of champagne and cake. Yup. And some hiccups.

I can’t stand phone cameras

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 14:53:00 +0000

They make me look FAT! And no, I am NOT related to the Michelin Man.

And then she told me how handsome I am...

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Sun, 22 Apr 2007 01:51:00 +0000

...and how much she loves me. You know, I don't think I've ever been so happy in my whole life.

Elvis has left the building...

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Fri, 20 Apr 2007 23:50:00 +0000

...but I'm still here.

Welcome to my first blog

noreply@blogger.com (Sebastian Kaupert) — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 16:53:00 +0000

Here I will give you first glimpses of my quickly evolving handsomeness. (Never mind the missing eyebrows).

I'll also tell you stories from the small intestine, recount tales from the crib, and pass on the latest gossip from around the diaper pail.

I'm quickly developing a sophisticated vocabulary of various sounds and words, although no one besides me and the guy in the mirror seem to be speaking it, let alone know what any of it means. It's soooo frustrating.

Every Friday, I read the future in my afternoon spit-up puddle, and boy, it's going to be amazing.

Ok, that's it for today.

Gotta nap,

Henry L. F. Kaupert