Feeding my addiction...

Alright... I think I have a small addiction problem. I may need therapy. It started out as something I just enjoyed occasionally. And then I had to do it at least once a day. And now I beg for it several times a day. Yes... I'm talking about my swing. I could spend all day in that wonderful swing watching the world fly by. And let me tell you, I get a little peeved if Mommy tries to get me out of my swing. Doesn't she know that I need my fix? And besides - it's educational! I've learned all about "near" and "far"!

Daddy swings me the best because he pushes me as high as he can (which is pretty stinking high). I just can't help but get excited about my swing!