Can't you just leave me alone?

Ok, I'm getting tired of this ultrasound thing. You people are just too pushy with all the sound waves! I just can't take it anymore. So this week, I just covered my face. Yup, covered it right up with both of my cute little hands. Try and get a picture for the Christmas cards now, Mom and Dad! All they could get was this one of my foot. Ha!



Then, they start up with this whole ice cream business. Something about how Mom isn't going to use the word "ultrasound" anymore...you know, so I don't get all shy and cover my face or turn my back to them. Instead, they're just going to say that she's going for "ice cream." "Ice cream" being code for ultrasound. Anyway, I heard the whole thing and it'll never work...but ice cream does sound like a good idea.

(I guess the talk of ice cream distracted me enough to uncover my face for this picture of me imagining ice cream in my mouth. Mmmmm!)