First off, please don’t call me Baby Sean.  I am a 2 year old and I tend to get angry and throw things once in awhile.  My older sister, Gianna,  gave me that name…  And I’m not too sure that I like it.   You don’t hear me going around calling her “Big Gianna” even though she does have a little bit of a belly…

Anyway, a little bit about myself.  Like I said, I’m 2 years old.  I cry alot, I’m miserable when I feel like being.  I’ve been compared to Satan on more than one occasion.  I like to torture my sister when she seems quite content doing whatever three and a half year olds do.  (the one trick that I’m particularly fond of is turning off the TV when she’s intently watching a show).  Another one that I do to amuse myself is to ignore my father completely when he calls me.  (I’ve heard him a few times mention having my hearing checked, no, Dad, my hearing’s fine!)

I have a brother, David.  He’s 15.  Boy, have I been teaching him a thing or two. I can’t wait til I’m a little taller (and can run without falling (as often)).  I’m gonna school him in all kinda sports.  Speaking of Sports, I have these two cousins, Kaelyn and Jason.  They think they’re something special at Soccer.  Okay, so I lack coordination at this particular point in my life.  But I’ve seen them play and…they’re good but like I said, if I didn’t have this little coordination problem going on, I think I can take them. 

So then there’s my Mom and Dad.  I’m gonna have to get to them in another posting.  Something tells me that if Dad knows I’m puttin up websites that get more hits than his, I may lose computer privileges.  My mom, she’s pretty cool.  I pretty much figured out this little cute innocent look that I can throw her and make her start talking about how cute I am.  That look don’t work on Dad though.