sterling wrote: “ksdpoiufmW90CMlKMCC9MKlpALKSDJFMCM;poajmcfcaoijsdfiauercmkldopc j p0ikAKDF OK;LDF AKPDF[ Q9W A”
translation: i figure it’s time i put a few words out there on my own behalf. i’m tired of everyone writin’ about me as if i’m not even able to read. ok, so i can’t read yet, but i am tech savvy so even i can post on a blog!
i want to formally announce that i am “all american!” and proud of it! i heard some cool lyrics that pretty much sum up my feelings… “proud to be an american, where at least i know i’m free…”
in commemoration of my new status i got me some cool new digs.

daddy says they look a little nasa-ish with all the extra material these reuseable diapers have.
mommy says they fit just right. even so, i think her sight is a little off ’cause the flag wasn’t ‘xactly sewn on straight. so i’m not so sure i can trust her fashion sense just yet.
so this is the “all american” lowdown. daddy & mommy told me they had to fill out lots of forms before they ever knew who i was, asking america for permission to make me an immigrant. word is they had to do this several times. i’m sure they didn’t mind though… ’cause they knew i’d be worth it!
then on my official “adoption day” my immigration status became their responsibility. so the 3 of us headed down to guangzhou where ms. maria made an appointment for me to get a US visa. that was the easy part. daddy really had the hard part as he had to lug all our luggage around the train stations. it was then that i think daddy really paid his dues!
ms. maria was also really amazing and she finagled her way into making sure i could become a “sworn citizen” that very day! it was cool how it all worked out. so with all the hub bub of daddy & mommy trekking across town with me i decided to chill. after all, it is fun seeing them to do all the work. problem was i chilled a bit too much and during the ceremony i dozed off. fortunately, daddy & mommy assured me later that they had everything covered.
the final seal of my immigration approval happened when we landed in chicago. somewhere along the way i heard somethin’ about me becoming a citizen as soon as i touch US soil. well, you better believe i was happy when i touched that special US soil… but i was really regrettin’ not knowing how to kiss yet… ’cause if i did, i would have kissed that special US soil ground!
mommy again reassured me that i’d have plenty of time to get some dirt in my face… and mentioned something about babies eating dirt. i let that go ’cause i thought her comment was a bit stereotypical.
so after daddy grabbed all the luggage off the airport spinny thing mommy carried me to immigration. lots of people i’d never seen before congratulated us but one of them said, “good luck.” it was then that i started gettin’ nervous. what if all this reassuring daddy & mommy had been doing had lured me into trusting them with one of the biggest things that was ever gonna happen to me? i mean really, were they competent enough to handle MY immigration?
so i took a chill pill and sauntered up to the desk (mommy had my back… and my whole body for that matter in the snugli) where a man stared blankly at me and my paperwork… then i heard that magic sound – the loud thud of the “approval” stamp. of course, i acted like i was keepin’ my cool the whole time, but i tell you, there’s nothing like becoming an american!
so now daddy says i’m, “all american!” and to that i say, “i’m all proud!”