When I was a baby, my mom said I did nothing the first year of my life, but sit. I didn't jabber and coo. I didn't crawl. I sat with whatever my older brother gave me. When I was one year old, my aunt, who was a year older than me, took my doll away from me, I stood up, walked over to her, and said, "My doll!" I guess up until then, everything was okay with me. I didn't have anything to "Sound Off" about. That is why my blogging is so sporadic. Sometimes I limit my comments to MySpace.