Arts Fest

This past weekend was Arts Fest and though I have a few years (Moms says decades...whatever) before I can really get to the down and dirty parties, I got something this year that is the shit. My baby sling, this cute blonde chick made it and she taught Moms to use it and wow! Right on top the food supply- ALL DAY LONG. And I look damn cute in it so all the ladies fawn. I'm spending a lot of my time hanging out with my uncles at Pops' shop. Its cool. They make silly faces and they spoil me so I'm down. Moms is working, teaching her little shits the SAT, which don't seem that hard so I'm not sure why they need six weeks of my mother's time. It's aight though cause I like the time I get with the boys. Keeps me from gettin too soft. Peace. Serge (now weighing in at a whopping 11 lbs boo-ya)

My Diaper - A Spoken Word Manifesto

My Diaper....

My Diaper -- you gotta ch- ch- ch- check it
My Diaper -- I straight wiggidy wreck it.

The Serge.

What's Up Money...

I'm Sergio Francesco Drayton and this is my blog. I'm five weeks old so my fingers don't exactly work yet and therefore my personal assistant/mom will be typing for me. But don't get to thinking that she actually writes the blog because its all me. Witty comments -- mine. Interesting sentence structure -- mine. Thought provoking social commentary-- most certainly mine. Fingers that unclench enough to type -- mom.
So far life's been pretty sweet. You already know I got Moms wrapped around my finger (not hers-- I repeat they just type) and Dad is totally my boy. He cool, he's funny, and he carries me around all the time. And he's super quick with the diaper change so that rocks. Mom though, she's got the hook up for food, and I'm all about the food right now. So those are the parentals. And this is my blog. And I am the Serge. Peace.