Bath times are a blast! I don't know what makes bath time the best thing E-V-E-R. Ok, I lied. I know what makes bath time awesome - the SPLASHING! Who knew this clear fluid can be sooooo much fun. I mean really? What's better than hearing your hands splash in the water and watching it fly all over the place? Nonna tried to distract me from splashing by giving me a rubber ducky. Didn't work too well. I found out the rubber ducky makes a bigger splash than my own hands.
Lately, there's been much talk of me getting a haircut in the very near future. Pops is always telling me that he will take me to The Barber very soon. Sounds kind of dangerous if you ask me. I'm not really sure how I feel about something that's attached to me getting lopped off. Mom said hair doesn't have feeling so I shouldn't fret. I do find the idea of getting a haircut somewhat appealing since I'm starting to wake up with the Phil Spector hairdo. My curls get all wild and go this way and that. I don't think the ladies really dig that. Next time Pops goes to The Barber, I will make a visit, too.
Do you smell what I'm cooking?
I'm calling myself lucky. Lucky because I get to hang out with my Pops alot and bond. Ya see, my pops isn't one of these dads who is afraid to bring me out with him. Nor is he the kind of dad who will sit me in a chair or my Lion's Den (playpen) all day long. Nope..not my Pops. We do stuff! Lots of stuff!
Every weekend we go shopping at places like Super Target, Dominick's and Jewell. I'm always the center of attention at these places. It's great! We also go for walks and see trees, birds, animals and all kinds of other cool stuff. Pops tells me all about everything we see. I learn why trees grow so tall, why birds fly so high, why the sky seems to go on forever.
We also take pictures. Lots of pictures! Pops loves his camera and even when he doesn't have that he always has his cell phone which has a camera built into it! How cool is that? It even shoots videos of me when I do things like open and close doors and crawl across the floor!
Chow time is always a blast too. Pops has this trick. Ya see, I like fruits. So when I get tired of the chicken/vegetable stuff, he coats it with a generous helping of fruit based baby food. Thnik apricot chicken and you'll get the basic idea. Pops is a bit of a chef so he gets the mixture down just right.
Sometimes after chow time we do fun stuff like make faces at each other! Like this!
We also go fishing alot! I'm in the learning phase first. Pops tells me that first I need to observe nature to be able to master it. So I get to watch him and Uncle Mike catch fish and explain what to do and how to put the fish back carefully. They tell me that if I respect nature, nature will be kind to me. I like that.
Here's a picture from one of my fishing trips!
Pops brings me to other cool places to learn about stuff too. This past weekend he took me to a place called Cantigny where we went to a museum to learn histroy. We even got to walk around these things called tanks. Pops said that when I hear the word "INCOMING!" I have to duck and cover. Like this.
Well that's it for now. I better go get some rest. Pops says we have a big weekend planned. He said we may go see my friends the bears and the lions. I'll keep you posted!
Mom and I had a nice dinner with cousin Beth. She cooked us a wonderful meal which Mom did not share with me. I really don't know why because I eat the same stuff as big people only a different consistancy. Oh well. There will be plenty of opportunities for me to eat big people food off of big people dinnerware.
Beth was kind enough to share her Pound Puppy with me that I got to nibble on his noise again. Pound Puppy and I said our hellos and then it was off to business. I'm thinking Mom and Pops should get me a Pound Puppy of my own to nibble on but then again...I already have a pride of lions, a tiger, a gigantic dog, a puppy, a boa constricter, and lot of fish stuffies in my room. I think Mom and Pops might be a little hesitant in getting me another stuffy to add to the collection. Soemtimes you can have too much of a good thing.
It's been awhile since Beth saw me and she hasn't seen the things I've been able to do. I taught her how to do patty cake. Beth is a very fast learner. She made patty cake seem so easy. Then I showed Beth soooo big which made her giggle. After our post dinner playtime we looked at the wedding pictures. I know Mom was very excited to go through the albums and so was I. Lots of pretty colors in the pictures. Mom kept on turning the pages too fast for me so I tried to go back. I think I missed a lot of pictures. In between trying to looking at the pictures and trying to turn the pages, Mom kept on sticking the bottle in front of my face. I was starting to get a little frustrated because I really didn't want the bottle. I just wanted to turn the pages in the photo album. On top of that I was getting tired. Frustration + sleepy = cranky. Not a good way to end the evening. So Mom quickly got me ready to go home and waved bye to Beth. I really didn't want to leave but dreamland was calling. I pretty much feel alseep in the car on the way home. Overall, it was a fun time! Hopefully, I'll get to see John next time and show him my hyperactive kicking penguin moves.
Today is my doctor's appointment. I usually end up with a boo face from there because the doctor sends his cohorts to stick sharp things in my legs. Not a very nice experience if you ask me. So wish me luck today. May be I'll be able to fend them off this time.
I am not a human pin cushion.
As promised, Mom took pictures of my new car. We got it detailed inside and out for the photo shoot. I couldn't have been any prouder of my baby. Mom said I have to learn the rules of the road before I actually take my car around town. Always have your hands at 10 and 2. I can't really tell time yet so I don't think that rule applies to me. Then she said the biggest pet peeve of hers is when people don't use their turning signals when changing lanes or turning. She said that's just people being lazy and rude. So I've been really good about using my turning signals for everything. I'm kind of bummed out that my car didn't come with a CD player. Isn't that a standard factory built-in? We had to wait three weeks for my car and all I get are country music stations. Oh well. I can't really complain because I love my car. It's like the best E-V-E-R!
How many babies do you know that get a Ferrari before their first birthday?! Eat that Paris!
I know Mom and Pops contemplate getting a puppy, but there really is no need to have another pet around when they have me. I mean, why train a pet to do cute tricks if I can do them better and way cuter? There's the "Soooooo big!" trick where I raise my arms way high whenever I hear "Sooooooo big!" It's a real crowd pleaser since I can pretty much do it on queue and my face gets all squished as if I'm making big poops. Plus, it gives me a good chance to stretch out.
We missed going to the auto show this year due to scheduling conflicts. Somehow Mom and Pops still managed to buy me a car. It's pretty schweeeet. My speed machine is red like cousin Steve's car. The car was imported from Indiana and Mom said it took forever to get here since it was custom. Well, here's the lowdown on my schweeeet ride:
Makes me wonder if it really came from Indiana or Italy. Sounds too good to be made by hoosiers/boilermakers if you ask me. Well, Mom and Pops will have to take a pic of me driving my set of wheels. For a one seater, I'm still capable of taking puppy and my lions around town. Like Pops said, "Jerry was a race car driver." Not really sure who this Jerry dude is but he wasn't driving my car. Poor ol' chap.
Got my motor running.
Mom says I'm 99% Dad and 1% her. Don't believe me? Well, I'm here to prove the skeptics wrong and reaffirm the believers. The pictures couldn't be any more different than identical twins separated at birth. Everyday when I look at Dad, it's like looking in a mirror (without the beard of course). At least I know what I'm going to look like 30 years from now. Not bad I say.
Guess who is who. ;)
For months now, I've been practicing how to wave good-bye. *Queue in Rocky theme song* All those moments of having Nonna and Grandmama shaking my arm up and down have paid off. Mom and I got up early this morning to pack Dad a lunch and to see him off to work. All of a sudden, my arm started moving up and down. "Bye, Pops! Have a nice day at work," I said. There I was, waving good-bye to my dad! I couldn't believe how easy it was! After Dad closed the door, I was beside myself. Elated I was able to wave good-bye but at the same time I was saddened by the fact Dad had to go away. Well, as Mom puts it, "Good-bye is just another opportunity to say hello."
My list of accomplishments seem to be growing. I can sit up, feed myself (a big mess is usually involved), crawl, talk, and wave good-bye. I'm definitely on the path to progress.
Every morning, I watch Dora the Explorer as I have my post oatmeal bottle. I don't really like Dora as much as I enjoy watching her little monkey friend solve those crazy puzzles. Mom says Dora is an insult to the Latin community since she only says two Spanish words - hola and rojo. Nevermind the fact that Dora has to scream at everyone and everything. As I was trying to tell Mom, anyone who tries to rescue Ice Cream Truck out of the ditch can't be that bad. I was trying to help Dora solve the bridge puzzle this morning and she just wouldn't listen. Dora kept on yelling, "CIRCLE!!!" Meanwhile I'm trying to say, "Triangle!" The girl just doesn't get it. No wonder she needs a talking backpack to get through life. I really don't know how she gets out of bed in the morning.
So Nonna and Grandmama have taught me a knew game called patty cake, patty cake. It's really neat because when you put your hands together really hard you make this clapping sound. It's the coolest thing next to sucking on my toes. I can patty cake to songs and during meal times. Who knew hands were so entertaining?!
I enjoy eating as much as Mom and Pops, and I think my teeth know it. Instead of getting 2 teeth at the top, I'm getting 4. It's been a little painful and teething makes me crap in my pants a little more than usual. So it's not the most comfortable experience. Try to imagine having shooting pain in your gums and sitting in mushy poo while trying to keep the bottle from falling onto the floor. See what I mean?! Mom says the teething will be going away soon and the only thing I'll have to worry about is Puppy running away from me.
You all thought Mom was typing all this in for me. I may not be able to type as fast as her but I do my own stunts.
So I've been working on some songs during my downtime from eating, pooping, and drooling. When Mom is in the kitchen I'll throw a couple of songs at her to get some feedback. She tells me that I may be onto something (i.e. some type of musical career). I usually get my musical inspirations from Dad. He'll play the Deftones, Smashing Pumpkins, or the Beastie Boys while he's make a big ol' pot of sauce or whatever. I like most of the stuff Mom and Pops play since I can't help but kick along to the beat. (On a side note: Jessica Simpson makes me C-R-I-N-G-E. Someone please tell Mom to burn that cd.) Pops said I have natural rhythm. Hopefully, I'll get my own drum kit when I'm able to sit up on my own. May be when I'm good enough, John will let me play for his band. Or may be I'll just be a one man show like Bob Dylan. Who knows. All I know is that I dig music and I can't enough of it.
I'm too cool for school.
I have some new residents in my room. Looks like Mr. Sun, Mr. Frog, and Mr. Bunny were served papers and had a 10 day notice to find a new place. Mr. Bunny called and said they found a place in the basement. Sure sounds damp, cold, and icky to me. I do miss those guys and our little AM conversations. I especially miss singing our little morning song. Oh well. I guess that's life. People come and people go. Seems like a harsh lesson to learn in this difficult world. Anyhoo....
As I was saying...we have some new residents in my room. Mr. Tiger, Mr. Lion, and Puppy have taken up occupancy. Mr. Tiger kind of keeps to himself and just chills in the corner by the closet. I think he's trying to stalk some prey. Hopefully, it's not me he's after. Mr. Lion on the other hand is very clingy. He always wants to nap next to me or on my lap. He's sooooo cuddley and furry with his wild mane. Mr. Lion even taught me how to roar, which was pretty cool. Then there's Puppy. He's so small. I carry him from place to place so he won't get lost. Don't worry. Puppy is nothing like Paris Hilton's Tinkerbell. I do not exploit my pets and friends like her.
I've recently reached a new baby milestone. During the last couple days, I've been eating from my high chair! Mom and Pops are so proud of me. I haven't really tried out my high chair since Thanksgiving because I kept on slumping over. Now I can sit up in my chair and enjoy my meals like the big people do. I feel I'm making good progress into toddlerhood.
I think I might have to change the title of my blog soon. A lot of my baby fat has dissolved and the only thing remaining are my big, chunky thighs. So I guess I'll be brainstorming a new, clever title. I'm very attached to The Chub Factor since its conception. It was so me and it still feels like me even though I don't really look the part.
Oh well. I'll just continue stuffing my face with bananas, oatmeal, turkey, and vegetables with bottles of formula tossed in for good measure.
So 2005 came to a close. I must say, I think I've accumulated many interesting experiences in my short life. Like any good host of The Daily Show here are my top 5:
Eggroll! I believe Mom says it best when she pronounces it as "EGGWOLLLLLLLL!!!!!!" (She always gets this crazy look in her eyes like O-Ren Ishii when she says it.) I have went from immobile to rolly polly in a matter of months. It's a nice change of pace to roll from one end of the blanket to the other. For some crazy reason Pooh Bear runs away from me so I can't take his blanket, but I always catch up to him. That honey belly of his just slows him down. I'm trying to progress into crawling, but my legs don't quite go underneath my tushy yet.
Fish On! I definitely have the fishing gene in me. I got several big catches on Halloween. Mom and Dad were so impressed with my top water skills they took pics of my achievement. I caught a walleye, a muskie, and a bass in one afternoon. John Gillespie would be freaking out!
Toofers! I finally got some teeth going. After many painful nights of suffering, my bottom teeth came out. I don't really get to use them much since my food is on the soft and mushy side, but they do look cute on me. ;) Mom says to use teeth for food only and not on people. I'm not really sure what that means since I don't really have much of a cannibalistic attitude. May be I'll bite on Pooh Bear's ear but that doesn't really count since he's a Pooh Bear.
My thumb, my savior! I've discovered the wonders of sucking my thumb. It took me a while to figure it out but in the end I feel I've been rewarded and then some. Who knew that the opposable thumb could bring such splendor and enjoyment?! When I'm upset or cranky, there's my thumb. When I'm hungry but not quite starving, there's my thumb. When I need to go beddy byes, there's my thumb. So here's to the opposable thumb!
Da!Da!Da! So I have the language skills of a 30 year old but I speak like an 8 month old. I am able to put together complex sentences even though I only have the ability to say, "Da!Da!Da!" It amazes me how language barriers are broken. Whether I'm with Grandmama, Nonna, Mom, or Pops, they all seem to understand what I'm saying. I must admit, there are times when there's a miscommunication. I'll tell Mom I want Ducky but she ends up bringing me Puppy. Oh well. It's just something we have to work on. There are times when Pops has caught me serenading to Mom in the kitchen with my DaDaDas and some BaBaBas tossed in between.
So that's my year in review. I guess my resolutions for 2006 would have to be blogging more often, getting cuter everyday, saying real words, and walking.
I guess daycare, I mean the learning center, is not too bad. It could be worse. I could be in a filthy Chinese prison with roaches and crazy people saying crazy stuff to me. It definitely takes some getting used to. At first I was open to the idea of being with other babies my age and just chilling with them. Now I'm not really sure what to think. I guess I'm so used to spending one on one time with Aunt Gail, Grandmama, and Nonna at various days of the week. Mom and Dad aren't really keen on the idea of daycare but they me tell it's only temporary - for like 5 years. Well, as soon as I start making new friends, I think I'll be just fine.
Halloween was a blast! I got to hand out candy to all the trick or treaters. I didn't see any tricks but I did see some nifty cosutmes. Some kid dressed up as a Sox player and told Mom he was Mark Prior. Well, Mom ratted him out and said he should be wearing red and blue. All I gotta say is, "Gotcha b****!" I didn't dress up as a fisherman as plan. Instead I was a hunter looking for those "wrascally" rabbits. I had my Elmer Fudd hat, orange thermal knit onesie, and camoflauge cords. It was a pretty creative costume. We didn't take pics because Mom and Dad passed out at 8:30 that night. The parental unit said I can go trick or treating next year and they'll eat all my candy for me. Isn't that so nice of them?!!!!! I can hardly wait. I'm already planning my next costume.
It's that time of day which means it's time for a nap!
Happy Halloween everybody!!
How do you like my costume? Can you guess who I'm dressed as on my first Halloween? I'll give you a hint: He's about 6'2" and loves to fish! (That would be my Pops!)
I'm looking forward to answering the front door today and handing out candy and treats to all the other kids who live in my neighborhood! I guess those things called "candy" are pretty special at this time of the year. Mom says I can't have any just yet, but I know I must be missin' out on something pretty good because I hear there's going to be alot of older kids coming to the house to get some. I'm just happy I get to dress up as my Pops and answer the door with my fishies!
Halloween is supposed to be kinda scary. I think my first one will be a just little scary. It's my first day at daycare today. It's a good thing I really like people. Mom and dad seemed more scared than me! When my Pops was leaving for work this morning he grabbed his lunch, coffee and work bag and was walking out the front door with mom like he does every day. He didn't get very far. He came back to the kitchen and gave me a little pep talk. Ya know..I think it was the other way around. The tear in dad's eye told me so.
"You be good today, little man. Be nice to the ladies and make lots of friends." Pops said.
"I will Pops. I promise."
"And remember, I'll be there to pick you up in no time."
"I know , Pops. I know." I said.
"Remember if anyone gets out of line..."
"The jab. I know, Pops....I know. Use the jab."
"I love you." Pops said.
"I love you too Pops. Don't worry. There's lots of kids to play with. They'll only be strangers for a little while. Then we'll all be friends. I'm your son Pops....it shouldn't be too hard for people to warm up to me. Go to work and I'll see you later."
"Ok kid."
Poor Pops and Mom. They worry so much sometimes.
Last week they worried a little too. I spent two days over at Uncle Timmy & Aunt Britney's house. They have two kids. Lucy who is 6 and Nolan who is 2. Mom and Pops where worried if Nolan would like me. And guess what? We got along GREAT! Lucy and Nolan danced and sang songs for me. They played with me all the time! I even got a whole bunch of Nolans clothes and stuff that he said he didn't need anymore! Sometimes Nolan screamed a little too much, which kinda freaked me out the first couple of times. But after I got use to it, we were all good. Now I know that other kids scream just like me sometimes. Geez...and all this time I thought I had some special trick to call Mom that only worked for me.
Lately I've been going for long walks with Pops. We go to the woods and the river and walk for miles and miles.
I'm so happy when we're walking in the outdoors because I get to see all my friends: The squirrel family. The trees. Mr. Sun. Mr. wind. Last week even Mr. Rain showed up. I never met him before but ya know what? I like him! I laughed and laughed as small drops sometimes landed on my nose as I peeked out of my blanket.
Sometimes the walks are so nice that I take a little nap. The fresh air and 3 miles of trails just knocks me out sometimes.
I have a new favorite thing to do lately. I have recently found out that Pop's short hair feels really cool! Especially if I pull on it! I do it alot and we all laugh and laugh!
That's all for now! I'll keep everyone posted on how things go at daycare today and our Halloween activities as I hand out candy to all the other kids tonight!
Boo!!!
Has it really been more than a month since my last post?! Sheesh! Time flies when you're teething. So many changes I don't know how Mom can really keep track of anything. I know there are times when she's completely gone bonkers like the time she forget to give Grandmama my bottles...or the time she misbuttoned my jacket...or the time she almost forget to pick me up from Gail's house...or the time she fell alseep in the rocking chair while trying to get me to fall asleep. Now that she has a new job, Mom said things will get better.
I'm not really sure as to how Mom's new job relates to my gums not hurting anymore. Like anyone with no teeth, I have my good days and my bad days. There are times when it feels like my gums are about to explode and sucking my thumb provides no relief. If I'm miserable then everyone else is miserable. Unfortunately, that's the way it works when it comes to teething. Then there are times when I don't even feel pain shooting through my mouth. I try to relish those moments.
I savor pain free days as much as I savor my applesauce, pears, and bananas. I've been sampling what the big people have to offer. Pureed food is pretty tasty. I especially love my fruits, but I find sweet potato to be a big orange mess. Now that I've got big people food in my system, I've got big people poo. (Well, that's what Mom says.) It's like a gigantic stink bomb now. Mom must have some masochistic tendencies because she keeps on sniffing my butt checking if I laid a log. It's really unnecessary because you can smell it all the way to Figi. Trust me, Mom. It's S-T-I-N-K-Y.
Even though some of my chub has dissolved, the ladies still dig me.
I think I have a government issued secret bouncey seat. It's unlike any other bouncey seat known to baby. What makes mine so different? It flies. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my bouncey seat makes bubbles and flies from room to room in our house. It's so awesome!!! The cool thing about it is that it's voice activated. There are a few bugs that need to be worked out because I sometimes find myself having to yell and shout in order to get the bouncey seat to fly.
I did not get any sleep Monday night. Just horrible. When I was sleep scooching (Mom says it's my version to sleep walking) to the corner of my crib, my toe nail got caught on my bedding and ripped right off. That hurt like a mother trucker! I was screaming and wailing to make the pain go away, but it just seemed to make things hurt even more. Mom comes scurrying in and I'm trying to tell her what happened through my sobbing. Talking and crying just don't mix. Mom had no idea what was wrong and she started changing my diaper. I'm reaching for my foot and she keeps on putting it down to put on my new diaper. I didn't want a new diaper!!!! I needed a little TLC on my big toe! She finally got a clue and saw part of my toe nail missing. After putting 2 and 2 together, Mom made the boo-boo go away with a kiss and a late evening snack. All felt right in the world and I was back in slumberland. Well, my utopia soon came to a screeching halt when I sleep scooched my way into the corner of my crib. I had no idea how to get out and I was starting to feel a little claustrophobic being wedged in there. I think I had a panic attack because I could feel my ears and face turn all red and hot. Again, Mom scurries in and starts changing my diaper. I really don't know what's with Mom's diaper obsession. A cold, wet wipe really does not make me feel any better about the situation. After diaper change #1,454,209, I get another late night snack and a some lullabies.
I am still debating as to whether I wanna be a thumbsucker, a two finger sucker, or all of the above.
I'm pretty much leaning on becoming a thumbsucker. With my thumb in my mouth, my other fingers are free to hold the blanket and I can tickle my nose while sucking my thumb. (I like having my nose tickled. It's one of my fave past times.) If I did the two finger sucking thing, I would have to use my left hand to hold the blanket which I'm not really keen on.
Mom says I'm growing up way too fast. I don't think my chub is getting any bigger, but I definitely do feel changes. Most of those changes happen to be in my mouth. For some crazy reason my gums are killing me and sucking my thumb seems to be the only thing that makes it better. *Sigh* I guess it just goes with being 4 months old.
All last week, I hardly saw Mom. It was bad enough that Dad was going to be gone, but Mom, too?! Grandmama and Nonna said Mom had to go to this place called work. I'm not really sure what it is, but I was not too happy about it. Thank god I have Grandmama, Grandpapa, and Nonnna to help me through this. It required several early mornings where Grandmama greeted Mom and I at the door. It's nice being at Grandmama's because it's serene and peaceful. We get to have our talks and share in private little jokes. At one point, Grandmama even let me watch All My Children with her. There's a lot of drama going on in Pine Valley. It makes my world seem tame.
Other days Nonna would watch me. She's funny because Nonna plays these clapping games with me. Then she would let me sit in the big people bouncey seat with her. I was hoping to find out what was happening on All My Children but Nonna was more into the home shows and the Food Network. So whatever havoc Adam was causing in Pine Valley, will have to wait for another day at Grandmama's.
Whenever Mom and Dad eat, I always get jealous because they get to have food while I'm stuck with a bottle of milk. You can just smell the wonderful aromas of pasta, chicken, roasted potatoes, etc...It's just not fair. Now I know how Bob the Quiznos baby feels. Mom tells me that in a month or two I get to add a few more things to my meals. I can't wait!
P.S. Dad is back from his fishing trip in Canada which means Mom gets to take more pictures of me!!!
Someone should call Kanye West stat! Mom has the hottest hit on her hands. It's called Baa, Baa Black Sheep. This song is very melodic with a little bit of hip hop tossed in to give it a little street cred. I bet it will be all the rage when it hits the airwaves.
I think I have a laughing addiction. I was over at Grandmama's house on Wednesday. Mom and I were about to leave and Grandmama let out a laugh because I made a goofy face. Immediately, I let out a laugh. Then Mom laughed and then Grandmama laughed again which in turn made me laugh and then it started all over again. It soon turned into a laughing contest. I'm not really sure who won because we were all laughing at the same time. :P
Mom has been hard at work searching for a job so she can buy all the wipes and diapers I need during my infancy. The past week I've been helping her type her resume and coverletters. My coordination seems to be improving and I'm up to 3 words per minute! Mom says I'm a fast learner and she's very proud at how well I've excelled in my communication skills. Not only can I type 3 words per minute, I can SAY 3 words. Right now I can say, "Hi!", "Yah!", and "Yeah!" May be some of that Italian I've been listening to in the mornings will kick in. Soon I'll be saying, "Ciao!"
Mr. Sun and Mr. Frog can be so mean sometimes. Mr. Bunny and I were having a friendly chat this morning and for no good reason Mr. Sun and Mr. Frog started verbally assaulting Mr. Bunny. They told him to shut up and said he has nothing but stuffing for brains. Plus, they said the fairy should have banished him for good after he bopped that last field mouse. I'm not really sure what brought on this onslaught of cruelty towards Mr. Bunny, but I was not having any of it! I told Mr. Sun and Mr. Frog that their comments were uncalled for and to knock it off. If I wasn't strapped down in my swing I would have given those two a beat down. How dare they hurt Mr. Bunny's feelings. Mr. Bunny was so hurt he just cowered down on my little lap. The only thing I could do was be all cry-cry for my bunny friend. Poor Mr. Bunny. Not only was he was upset, but I was upset, too. Mom heard my wailing and comforted Mr. Bunny and me. She said Mr. Sun and Mr. Frog will get a stern lecture about respect so it will not happen again. Well, all day I did not see Mr. Sun and Mr. Frog. I guess Mom told them a thing or two. As for Mr. Bunny, he's just laying low. My little heart goes out to him.
This week, my entries will be pictureless. Dad has the digital camera for his Canada trip. For all those wanting to get a sneak peek at my chub expanding, you'll just have to wait until next week.
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.
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.
