Preparing my parents....

So, what I've been doing lately is prepping Mom and Dad for one of Baby's favorite games: 

I drop it, you pick it up.

Repeat.

I have been using several method to do this: I have been sucking on a cold washcloth for teething,

I drop it, they pick it up. Repeat.

I have been kicking off my socks. My parents put them back on again...I kick them off again...

It really is a remarkably fun game. I had no idea that it would be so much fun until I actually

started doing it. Now, it seems like nothing will EVER match the fun of watching them try to catch

whatever I kick off, in an effort to not have to wash it once it hits the floor. 

Once I perfect this game, I can apply it to virtually anything that you give me to hold. 

A bottle? I will drop it! You will pick it up!

Rattles? The same!

Fragile keepsakes that I shouldn't be holding anyway? YOU BET!

BREAKING NEWS: Rolling Over!

So...this morning, whilst in my crib, I was having a blast pulling my feet up and playing with them. This is something I have been doing recently since I discovered my feet. Over time, I figured out, that by shifting my weight, I could get over to my side, which I enjoy immensely. I can hang out, suck my thumb, and be all comfy cozy.

From here, I figured out that I can actually flip over on to my tummy by myself, without having to wait for my parents to decide when I should be on my tummy. What I do, is flip onto my side and hang out...then, when I'm ready, I swing back towards my original position, and use the momentum to push myself over onto my tummy...This morning, Mom leaned over, saw me on my stomach and yelled "Oh my God!" Dad didn't know what was happening, and he sprung up in bed, shocked (With hair to match) and Mom told him that I had finally rolled over on to my tummy. I enjoyed hanging out this way for awhile, until I realized that I have to always hold my head up....or find a way to lay down comfortably.

It was my first time. I'm still working out the kinks.

I did it again just before Dad came home from work, and he heard me getting agitated in the bedroom. He was kind enough to retrieve me, and play with me for a bit. How delightful he is.



Mom and Dad have removed my blanket for safety, since I haven't quite figured out how to get back on to my back, but it's just a matter of time. I'm getting there!

BREAKING NEWS: TEETHING!

Now, don't get all excited....I am merely in the beginning stages of teething. There are no teeth buds just yet, but I feel 'em workin' their way out. I have been in some pretty decent pain lately, and have been exhibiting all the symptoms...tons of drooling, tiny (still adorable) rash on my chin...rubbing at my face, etc.

Mom and Dad have been letting me suck on some cold wet washcloths, especially before bed. This helps a lot, and makes me very happy....

I have also taken to eating Mom and Dad...though Dad looks unkempt and unwashed...he is actually quite delicious...

Here is a picture of Mom turning the tables on me, and eating me for a change...my annoyance is quite obvious.

Four Months: The Latest Doctor Visit

Well, we just went through my four month checkup at the doctor, and she said that I am doing very well...she said that I seem to developing correctly, and doing everything that I'm supposed to be doing. Mom was doing some volunteer work that morning, so Dad took me in solo (Don't worry...Mom wrote down all the questions Dad that had to ask)

The doctor (Who is awesome, by the way...she is a lot of fun, and always puts me at ease) told my Dad that I now weigh 14 pounds 1 ounce (I'm a big boy) and am 25 inches long (I am gonna tower over my parents) I am on my way to eating my first solid food, and am THIS close to rolling over for the first time. My parents assume that I will do it at daycare, and they will miss it entirely.

I am enthralled by the windchimes that they have scattered throughout the doctor's office...whenever they make their hypnotic tinkling sound, I am transfixed by them, and love watching them as they slowly quiet down. They sound a little different each time, so I am pretty much guaranteed to always get distracted by them...

Which is why they always tinkle them a little JUST before they give me a shot...which they did during this visit. I'm not a fan in the slightest. I am told that I will be receiving these shots periodically throughout my life. Really? I mean it's 2009...is there no easier and less painful way to do this? Yeah, the needles have gotten smaller over the decades, but it's still the same deal. Needle into legs=ouchie, no matter how big it is. Unacceptable. Let's get with it, science. Enough already with going to the moon...been there, done that. The only way I want you going back to the moon, is if you come back with a way to give me my necessary vaccinations without sticking me with an archaic device that should have been banned decades ago...

And no...oral vaccines don't help, since I would just drool it out anyway.

Here is a shot of me after my shot. Dad is mean.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

To all the moms out there....

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Whether you're the mom who spends the whole day with her kids, or the mom that wants a day off from the kids (Dads...take those kids fishing or something!) I hope you have an amazing day!

To all the Dads out there...treat those moms right...there's a reason that Father's Day comes second...they can gauge how well to treat you in June, based on how well you treat them today. I am four months old (almost four and a half), and I get this. You have been warned! Plus, it's just nice to treat them well. They take care of your kid(s) with you...

A special shout-out to my mom, who is having her first Mother's Day today...she has been great, and I really appreciate all that she has done for me...she covers the basics: Feeding, changing, and making me laugh. But, she also goes above and beyond, as well. She's always so happy to see me (Even when it's 5 am) and she never fails to snag a smile from me, even on my roughest days...she misses me when I'm not around, and makes the most of the time we're together. Everything she does means a lot to me...so, thanks, Mom!

And to my two Grandmas....you guys have done a fantastic job at mothering 3 kids (each), and have segued into being grandparents with a natural ease that your moms would truly be proud of...I hope you have a great day, too!

Below, as my gift to all the moms, is my first art project...basically, they put paint on my hands at daycare, and let me go to town...it doesn't look like much, but I was trying to convey a lot of emotion in this work. Also notice the two cutouts of my hands...I had some help from the wonderful staff at Children in the Shoe daycare. Ingrid and Gabby helped me trace and cut.



I really think this is worth something, right? I mean, if the clown who painted the below painting can sell theirs, why can't I?

Dissing Pepe

Earlier in my blog, I mentioned that I had my first babysitter (Laura) while my parents went to see the play "Chicago" on their anniversary. 

This was not entirely true. 

Technically, my first babysitter (Not including my Gramma Mindy) was Pepe, who watched me during my parents' trip to see the film "Watchmen". I slept through most of that babysitting assignment, which is why I didn't remember it quite clearly...so, to Pepe...I'm sorry. You were a great babysitter, and I'm sorry for the diss. It was quite unintentional.

And here...we....GO!

I'm BAAAAAAACK.....