Greetings from me

I know you're expecting a big story about how my mom's being a poop (hence the title), but I really think that right now she's not being that poopish, poopesque, if you will. Right now I'm completely freaking out because I'm going to Paris, France in two weeks to break up the trip going to Ethiopia to adopt a little baby girl. I have so much to do, but instead of doing those things, I've decided to blog instead. God, I'm hungry. I'm smelling those waffles my dad is making, (I couldn't decide. my dad is making or my dad are making. They both sounded wrong at first, but now they both sound better, I guess), even though it's Father's Day. I know, I'm horrible. I should be helping my dad make those waffles, but again, I'm not. I'm just blogging away.

Oh, by the way. The baby on the left, yeah that's my sister. She 's adopted from Ethiopia, (she's not home with us yet, we're getting her in a little more than two weeks), and she's almost seven months old by now. In the picture of her there, she's four months old, though.
I'd better get going. My conscience is coming through my stummy, (my special word for stomach and tummy. One time one of my teachers gave me a test, and I was supposed to tell something about the stomach, but I said stummy instead. We had a hole debate about it in class), and I'd better go eat waffles with my family, and wish my dad a happy Father's Day.

Talk to you later guys!