This is Madness!

With the help of the tall man, I have filled out my first NCAA bracket. He gave me a lot of advice like: pick a team you think not many other people will have in the final four, don't go too heavy on early upsets and go with your gut. Mom was helpful too. She explained which teams had the better uniforms, what the names of the teams were, their mascots and most importantly, what basketball is. The dog didn't help at all, he tried to eat my bracket. I'll note that for later as it seems a good excuse if I'm running behind on my homework.

I was hooked on the NCAA tourney from the opening tip. There was the dizzying high of watching a team I picked (Notre Dame) win a close one in the first game. Then the diaper-filling low of watching my Elite Eight (Elite Eight!) Iowa St. Cyclones lose to UAB. The Tall Man says never trust a team with initials and now I know why. Besides, it could be worse: I heard the Tall Man say he had ISU in his Final Four while his less tall friend had Iowa State winning it all! I will say, if more of my final four teams lose, I'll have to join him in hitting the bottle...and by bottle I mean the amniotic sac that surrounds me - that's the only thing I can hit right now.

Read 'em and weep...not bad for a fetus

Moves Make the Man

So, the tall man has been trying desperately to feel me wiggling around in here, so I decided to give him a show. I've proven to be quite the exhibitionist. When it was revealed that I was a boy, I pretended to be shy for about 3 seconds before I did a barrel roll and spread eagle right in front of the camera. I felt like a Kardashian (Hey oh!).

Well, the barrel roll must be my move...mom decided to let the tall man feel her stomach for several minutes so his lame attempts to catch me in the act could be rewarded. Once again, I waited for about 3 seconds and did a 180-degree turn that I made sure he could feel. He then preceded to sprain his shoulder high-fiving himself as if he had some sort of control over it. When he put his hand there again, I completed the full turn for good measure. Mom said it was most aggressive move I've made so far and she's probably right. I guess I just perform best when the lights are brightest. Which, in this case, is a figure of speech because his giant man-hands blocked out what little light I get in here.

Since I haven't been able to procure a camera in here yet, I don't have any pictures of my move, but below is an artists' rendering: