Hi, Eden here. Finally I get a solo shot. I'm sick of Roman getting all the front page photos. So, I decided to start taking pictures of myself with hopes of making the cut. I figured out how to smile last weekend and love all the increased attention. Just because I don't have huge cheeks doesn't mean I'm not unique. I eat faster, I sleep better, and I am much more 'regular' than him. I only cry when I'm hungry or straining to remain 'regular', but the for the most part, I'm very good. I'm just a little princess who has at least one person completely manipulated. I'll let you guess who it is......
Could this be any easier, seriously? I just passed gas and he's still smiling. Roman could learn a few things from me - this girl gets what she wants. No crying necessary. Let me teach you Roman.
That's right, just sit there and watch the master to see how it's done. Enough with the goat sounds.
Fine, let's take a break then for our favorite pastime, staring at the shelves on the wall. No, Roman, I didn't bring any chips.
Lookout, here comes Mommy to needlessly change our clothes. Oh no, the jeans again! Well, at least we can work on our West Side Story routine. Start snapping your fingers Roman. Sharks! Jets!
She's coming back, now's your chance to impress Mommy. Don't cry, just be happy and smile. Good job. See that wasn't so hard.
Now to impress the big guy. Hey Dad, watch me pull a quarter out of Eden's ear.
It looks like you've got the hang of it, so now leave me alone. I'm going to get some beauty sleep.
I think I'll stick to my animal noises, that works better for me. I better grab a quick nap before we eat again.
