A wink and a cry

I saw the entire family clan on Sunday for the first time in three long weeks. Man, did I miss everyone. I was definitely looking forward to being passed around by my aunties to receive all my hugs and kisses. I even got to see my cousins. I'm not really one to brag but I think I'm cousin Beth's favorite. She coos and makes pretty eyes at me. So I decided to give her a little wink. ^_- There's nothing like a wink to make a girl smile. I can't give all my winks to Mom.

The past week or so I've been feeling a little blah. I'm not really sure what's going on. I've been all cry-cry and having a difficult time sleeping through the night.

I just haven't been feeling myself lately. I don't know if it's the Thai Green Curry Chicken taste in my milk that's putting me in these boo-faced moods or if I'm going through some 3 month growth spurt. Either way, I hope to be back to my normal smiling self soon.

On Saturday, Mom and I pretended to be intellects. We sat outside underneath the big tree. You know me and trees. We're like|this. I don't what it is about trees that just fascinate me so. Mom says I get my tree addiction from Dad.

There we were on a beautiful Saturday afternoon just chillaxing outside while I jiggled the poo out of me and Mom read her book. Mom took little breaks from reading to make the goofy faces and to coo coo ca choo with me. Our little outdoor lounging was cut short when my diaper overflowed and poo leaked out the sides. I know. I have bad timing.

Just like every other morning, I joined Mr. Sun, Mr. Frog, and Mr. Bunny for our daily conversation.

We hashed about the usual goings on like the diaper genie always being full and the pros and cons of the internet. Well, I wanted to have a little sidebar with Mr. Bunny about these other bunnies I've seen on tv lately. You see, Mr. Bunny is a small blue bunny with two large ears. He always has a smile on his face and he prefers to sit with me than with Mr. Frog and Mr. Sun. He is just the friendliest bunny you could ever meet. So Mr. Bunny ponders my inquiry. I tell him that these other bunnies live in a really big house with this really old man. I asked Mr. Bunny why this old man has so many bunnies. Mr. Bunny just shakes his little head with big floppy ears and tells me to continue with my observation. I also noticed that these other bunnies must be a different species of bunnies. They have blonde hair but no fur. Instead of two big ears, they have two big balloons. So I wonder as to how these other bunnies are related to Mr. Bunny. There really is not much of a resemblance. Well, Mr. Bunny just stared at me dumbfounded. Did I offend him?! After a long pause, Mr. Bunny told me these other bunnies are not real bunnies. He does not know why they are called bunnies, but he does not mind sharing his bunny moniker with them.

If Mom is not careful, my chub could explode any minute! I don't even know why I'm posting this picture since it's NOT the most flattering picture of me.

As you can see my chub has tripled in size since last week. Mom says that's ok because now there's just more of me to love.

Wanna wrassle?!

Sometimes I find myself having to tame my blanket. Mom will neatly lay the blanket on me and then it starts to have a mind of its own as soon as Mom turns her back on us.

Blanket will turn all crazy and start twisting around my legs. So I'll have to grab it with both hands. Blanket is still uncontrollable and wild.

I will show the blanket who's the boss around here!!!! Down blanket...down!

I finally overtake my blanket and I am the victor! I may have won the battle but I have not won the war. The blanket and I will meet again. It is part of our destiny. My chub will be waiting and ready to battle when that time comes.

So fresh, so clean

Mom wanted to take pictures of bath time because she said I would be so fresh, so clean. I don't mind having my picture taken, but I asked Mom to turn off the flash so I don't have the deer in headlights look. I had so much fun that I didn't mind being naked in front of the camera. Mom tickled my toes and squeezed my cheeks to bring the smiles out of me. We had a great time.

There were moments during my bath time photo session where Mom caught me off guard. It looks like I'm making the poop face, but really I'm not. Now that I'm 3 months old, my sphincter muscles have better control when I'm sans diaper and I'm not sharting all over the place.

Our little photo session went so well that Mom decided to take more pictures during tummy time. Look at me! I can hold my head up! Well, for a good 5 minutes. Then my neck muscles start to tense up and my head just flop backs down. It's very frustrating at times. For some reason, I got the deer in headlights look even though Mom turned the flash off.

Well, there's my chub in all its glory...naked and all.

Tough guy

Just because I'm only 3 months old does not mean I can't rearrange your face. Case in point: I was chilling with Mom, Dad, Aunt Gail, and Uncle Mike outside with the wind blowing through the trees and the sun shining down on Uncle Mike's perfectly green lawn. I don't mind getting up close and personal since my vision isn't quite 20/20 and it usually means I'll be getting a hug and a kiss. Now that I'm at the 3 month mark, my senses have become a little bit more heightened. I can see certain colors, hear more sounds, and make out faces a tad bit better. Although, my somewhat improved vision throws me for a loop and totally disrupts my concentration. When objects are coming towards my face way too fast for me to focus, I freak out. I'm not talking about a Rick James freak out. It's more like a Rocky Marciano beat down. All of a sudden this face comes rushing towards without giving me anytime to focus on who's face it was. My fight/flight instinct kicked into overdrive and I went into fight mode. Right when the face came up to me, I let out a scream, closed my fist, and went for a jab. My poor coordination made me miss and I was left making a boo face. After Mom rocked and calmed me, I realized it was Uncle Mike wanting to give me a kiss. Sorry Uncle Mike. Dad taught me well.

I thoroughly enjoy the pacifying aspects of sucking. I can suck on my thumb (when it stays in), my fist, and (when I'm really desperate) a bottle. Suck, suck, suck, suck...I'll even shove the washcloth into my mouth so I can suckle on something. Well, I guess out of sheer exhaustion and recklessness, I started sucking on Mom's arm. She was shhing and rocking me to sleep and I needed something more. I couldn't stop rooting and smacking my lips. The bottle was empty and Mom wasn't going to whip out a teet for me to feed on. So I just turned my head and went for Mom's arm. Suck, suck, suck and I pulled away out of embarrassment. How could I have been so desperate to suck on Mom's arm?! So I stopped and just shoved my fist in my mouth. As a memento, Mom has a bruise on her arm from my zealousness.

My chub seems to be expanding. I realized my wrists and ankles are nonexistent since my chub encases my joints like meat in a sausage casing. Dad called me a "log." I don't know if he means a tree log or a poo log.

Elvis has nothing on me except a velvet portrait

The U.S. Postal Service has finally recognized my cuteness and they have chosen me to be on the next stamp. You will see my chub in all its glory gracing first class mail.

Grandpapa's Doppelganger

Dad took one good look at me this morning and said with a chuckle, "Wow! He does look just like my dad." I can't help it. Besides the fact I came from the same gene pool, my hair is falling out. Mom thinks she's having issues with her own hair shedding. Look at me!!!! I have thick patches on one side while the top of my head is a barren land of cradle cap. I would have a good crying over this but I got other things to worry about like fake nipples.

Everyday I have to drink milk from the bottle. Why?! Mom said I might forget how to drink from one. I highly doubt that because it's based on the fact I prefer the real thing than some rubber hose. Fake nips?!!! What's next? Fake boobs?!!! The thing that perplexes me the most is the milk in the bottle tastes just like milk from Mom! How can this be? I feel like one of those little baby monkeys in the terry cloth mom experiment. I could be starving to death but there's nothing better than resting on Mom's bosom.

Mr. Sun hired a tutor to teach me Italian. I don't really know who this tutor is or what she looks like. She just speaks to me in Italian and waits for me to repsond. My tutor is very serious. Well, she sounds serious. There's no cheerfulness like Mom. I'm grateful Mr. Sun got a tutor for me, but I wish she was just a little bit more patient with me. I'm still working on greetings and she's already on places and things. Oh well. Someday, I'll get the hang of it.

Thunder, rattle, and roll

Dad says this has been one of the hottest summers in a long time. Tru dat! Mr. Sun's boss is really beaming those rays into my eyes and burning my retinas to oblivion. It seems Mr. Sun's boss took a holiday yesterday, and Big Bad Storm rolled on through. Mom said Big Bad Storm isn't really so bad since the grass needs a good watering. I don't dispute the usefulness of Big Bad Storm, but I would have to say he has a bit of a mean streak. All of a sudden there was this flash. At first I thought it was Mr. Sun's boss making a cameo appearance but it didn't feel as cheerful. So I knew it wasn't Mr. Sun's boss. It had to be Big Bad Storm causing a raucous.

As soon as the flash disappeared, a big boom boom noise shook the room! It was so loud my bouncey seat nearly bounced away from me. My Aquarium Bouncer bubbles were going ballastic and Ms. Starfish spun out of control! My world was falling apart. Where's Mom?!!! I pleaded with Big Bad Storm to go away and bring Mom back. What was I going to do?! I couldn't hold it in anymore. I had no choice but to bring on the boo face. Mom, please hear my boo face! Where are you Mom?!!!! Come back!!!! Again, I begged Big Bad Storm to just leave because he's keeping Mom away from me. Out of nowhere I hear, "Kibby!!!! Momma is here." Right away she wisked me into her arms and gave me lots of kisses. Mom promised me everything is going to be okay and to that I believed her. Soon Big Bad Storm left Mom and me alone. Good! I hope he never comes back!

Normally, I'm somewhat capable to calm myself in certain situations. I used to just suck on my arm or my fist. Now I'm making progress with this whole thumbsucking thing. Instead of putting my whole fist in my mouth, I've been able to find my thumb. It was quite a discovery because my thumb was hiding in my hand all this time! Silly thumb. Although, I'm still having some difficulty keeping it in. I'll get my thumb in but it slips right out. I hope cousin Steve does not think less of me as Plecostamos.

This morning, Mom shipped me off to Grandmama's home. I L-O-V-E going to Grandmama's! She has this old school bouncey seat on wheels! Everyone calls it The Buggy. Instead of the sound of waves crashing, The Buggy makes this rhythmic squeeking. Mom usually flips a switch on my boucey seat to make it vibrate for my daily massage. With The Buggy, Grandmama has to rock it herself. That's how I knew it was old school because it's a manual and not automatic. I like The Buggy because I can fully recline and take little cat naps. -_- zzzz

Everytime I'm at Grandmama's, I feel the need to chow down. I guess I just want to prove to her that I'm a big boy and I can eat like a big boy. So I'll just suck away on the bottle without realizing my tummy isn't as big as I want it to be. With no time for having any regrets about overindulging on Mom's milk, it comes right back up and all over Grandmama's shirt, my face, and may be the furniture. Then my tummy is empty again and it starts all over. It's a vicious cycle and one that can't be broken.

Despite all the spit up, I seem to be retaining some of the milk. Mom says I get heavier and stronger everyday. I feel like my feet have gotten smaller while my thighs have gotten bigger in the process. It's total chub in that area because my calves are still pretty lean. Mom can't help herself when she gently pinches my thighs. For some reason, my chub is irresistable.

Hey..that guy is upside down! WAAAAAAA!

So I'm layin' there on Mom & Dad's bed. Just kinda lookin' around and whatnot. Basically chilling out til I have to do things like walk and break stuff. I mean, ya have to take the easy times as they come, right? Pretty soon I'll be in school...then get a job.. pay a mortgage...taxes...all that.

But I digress.

So I'm just kickin' back with my head towards the foot of the bed. Normally I'm up by the pillows like normal folks. But today I felt like being a little weird (like Dad) and being all backwards so I could view the ceiling fan from a whole new direction.

All of the sudden I see this big guy standing at the foot of the bed...and from my new vantage point, HE'S UPSIDE DOWN and not readily recognizable as being anyone I know. Remember, I'm still kinda new at this so I'm not really use to seeing things upside down!

Scared the CRAP OUT OF ME! I went into instant wailing siren mode! WAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAA!! I had real tears and everything! It totaly sucked!

Then all of the sudden I realized it was Dad when he walked around. Mom showed up a couple seconds later and all was right in the world as I put on the feed bag.

People...let me just say that there ain't nothin' like a feed bag to make you forget about your troubles.

The good morning song and bath time

Every morning, Mom and I sing the Good Morning Song to Mr. Sun, Mr. Frog, and Mr. Bunny. They are quite the trio. Brilliant in everyway since they are fluent in English, Italian, and Spanish. I hope to someday be a linguist so I can have more conversations with Mr. Sun, Mr. Frog, and Mr. Bunny. (My good looks may bring on the ladies, but I got to have some substance to make them stay. So a little bit of Italian may do the wooing.) I'm sitting in my swing and I always end up falling asleep amidst their conversations. Mr. Frog will have beef about how high gas prices are and Mr. Sun is always advocating solar power so we don't kill the planet. And Mr. Bunny (last name Foo-Foo), he's always griping about how the fairy chastises him for bopping the field mice on the head. I just want to one day say, "Hey guys, it's all good in da hood!" but I can't because I always get tongue tied and I let out a big coo coo ca choo. So I just sit there and fall asleep in my swing. It doesn't help that the rocking motion lulls me into a semi-deep slumber.

So Mom comes screaming in, "Good morning, Sweet Cheeks!!!!!!" Screaming has such a negative connotation. I would say cheerfully to the max best describes Mom's demeanor when she wakes me up. Of course, we sing the Good Morning Song again and it's off to bath time.

I used to despise bath time. With that icky stub hanging off my bellybutton and my "boyhood" wrapped in a bandage, I was so insecure about my nakedness. Plus, I wasn't used to the draftiness that came with being nude. Now that my bellybutton looks normal and my "boyhood" all healed, bath time is my favorite time of the day. Mom sings silly songs and makes funny faces. She wipes the crud off my neck and I end up smelling oh-so-fresh. No more spoiled milk scent coming from me! I can't use the Big People tub yet. Instead, I sit in this hammock like contraption while Mom dumps water on me. Everytime she puts me in it Mom says, "You're so FAT!!!!" Of course, she says this with love. How else would she say it? I highly doubt it's in a disapproving manner since Mom says it with a big smile on her face and she feeds me every half hour.

I do feel my chub getting chubbier by the minute. Mom lets me know that it's "cute chub." I mean is there any other kind of chub?