Yippee!! I finally got a link! I've been blogging since I was 5 months old, and now my words are being quoted on another Web site. And not just any Web site--it's the Columbia Journalism Review. Does that make me an expert? An expert on poop, I guess. But this could be the start of something big. Maybe I'll start popping up on Slate or the Huffington Post or Wonkette. Maybe Hotline will profile me, or I'll call in to some radio shows. (I guess I need to master complete sentences first. Or maybe not! Have you heard some of those shows?) Maybe I'll rise in the Google rankings for anyone searching for a babyblogger. And to think I owe it all to poop.

Poop?? That's the name of the new blog at the San Francisco Chronicle? That is really lame. I mean, it's written by a bunch of parents. I'm the expert on poop around here. Plus, if you want to know what appeals to babies, why not bring in someone from the right age group? I should be writing the scoop on poop! Don't they know about my blog? Maybe I need an agent.

This is my first Fourth of July where I actually got to stay up past 9 for the fireworks. (Last year I was still drooling and everything.) So we went out to look for some action and...nothing. We could hear some ka-boom noises, but that was it. So we had to come home and watch the fireworks on TV.
I also watched my first space shuttle launch today. There was a big countdown and then the rocket blasted off. It looked like more fun than being on a plane. I wonder how the food is on board and whether they get snacks. I wouldn't go anywhere without goldfish crackers.
Everyone got all excited today because I pointed to a pile of papers and said "news." I mean, really. Do they think I'm totally clueless? I need to know what's going on! How many times can you read Cat in the Hat?