
Micah Bautista, a blogger from the beginning, tells his life story to the waiting world.



Now that I'm a little older, Mama and Papa are taking me out to more places and introducing me to more people. Everyone I meet all keep saying the same thing: "Wow, he has a lot of hair!" That's right, I know all you bald babies are jealous. I get my luscious thick head of hair from Mama. And I have Papa to thank for my big ol' cowlick on the back of my head.
Mama and Papa are pretty smart with their money. They use coupons when they shop. They get deals on food. And, they saved a lot of money by getting a lot of clothes from my all my Emo Angie, Emo Haein, and Emo Yaejung (Mama's sisters). They gave me clothes, toys, and even towels! The bad thing is that some of things I got were from my girl cousins. I keep telling them that boys don't wear pink, but they just won't listen to me. Can't a boy just be a boy?
Papa keeps reminding me that the Cubs won on the day I was born. But he seems to forget that the next day, it rained so bad that they canceled the game and we had to go into the hallway of the hospital. Papa and I celebrated when the Cubs won, but tonight, the Cubs broke our heart. Papa wasn't doing so good, so to make him feel better, we played on the couch as we watched the Cubs lose their third straight game. Papa cried. I was just depressed.