When your are born, there is a lot of paperwork. You are a human being who wasn’t here in this world before, but now you are. Part of that process is making an ID card. Here in Japan it is called a MyNumber Card. Like with all ID photos, I was instructed not to smile. […]
I think my eyesight is getting better. I can see a little clearer and a little farther. I’m starting recognize faces and spend a lot of time studying them. I have to remember who everyone is. I know this face. This is the guy with the scratchy face and does not breast feed me. But
Recently we’ve been trying to go out every day. Sometimes we go grocery shopping, and sometimes we just go for a walk around the neighborhood. Like the car seat, I’m pretty happy in my stroller. We found out that I like the vibrations of the sidewalk. A couple times when we used the stroller in
It’s hard to believe that I can make both of these faces. They are both me, but very different sides of me. Naturally, I prefer the right picture, but I can’t always control how I feel. We see the left side picture several times a day. I have to be careful, though. When I cry
I’m just working on the blog with Daddy. I have really good photographers who take ton of pictures and give me a lot of material to work with. Sometimes they take too many pictures. I mean, how many pictures do we need of me just laying around staring off into space? Okay, just one more.
When I lie on top of Daddy on my belly, I forage around for a good comfortable spot. Often that spot has my face right in Daddy’s armpit, erm…I mean arm nook. Mommy thinks it’s kind of gross but I find it soothing.
Recently, I have not been as colicky as before, but sometimes I just start crying uncontrollably. It is strange. After some rocking and soothing I tend to calm down, but these crying fits happen quickly and aggressively.
I’m still working on my tummy time. It is not easy, but I am working hard. You can see the effort on my face. And then you can see when I hit my limit.
I’m not sure what’s going on. I have a fresh diaper, I’ve been fed, Mommy and Daddy are here, I’m just not in a good mood. It happens sometimes. I just have to get it out of my system by crying, rocking, and squirming, then I’m usually better after.
We’ve been running errands here and there, usually to pick up things for me. By the way, you’d be surprised at the rate I’m burning through diapers. I’m only 5 weeks old and I think we went through four packs already. That’s like a hundred diapers. Anyway, sometimes we walk to the store, but on
It may look painful, awkward, or contorted, but this is comfortable to me. It’s a good thing I’m very flexible.
Getting me to sleep every night is quite a challenge. I like to be held and don’t like to be put down. So it takes a lot of effort from Mommy and Daddy every night to get me to sleep. To get me from this… …to this… …comes at a cost. Man down. I sleep
This blog would not exist without Daddy’s tech support. He has to work out all the computer stuff while I provide all the source material. We usually collaborate on the blog entries, but sometimes I get worn out from being the star of the blog. This leaves Daddy with posting everything online, sometimes one-handed, his
Daddy is my adjustable chair. He adjusts to my comfort needs. I don’t have to pull any levers or anything. I just kind of wiggle and squirm and he moves to match my position. Then I let him know when I’m comfy. Once we find that sweet spot we are all happy.
I have a ball. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do with it. I assume that it goes in my mouth. Let me try. Nope, that’s not it. Give me some time. I’ll figure this out in a couple of months or so.
Mommy and Daddy bought this really cool gauze blanket to commemorate every month of my first year. With our busy schedule the past few days, they forgot to take my picture with it when I turned 1 month three days ago. Better late than never. They had fun taking pictures of me on the gauze
I attribute my healthy weight gain and growth to Mommy’s nutritious breast milk and my diligent eating habits. I take nursing very seriously. This is no joking matter. When it is time to eat I am very adamant and let Mommy know that I’m hungry. Then I focus on eating, not distracted by anything. Notice
All the data I have says that I’m a big baby. Not in a bad sense. I’m just objectively a large baby based on weight and length. But every so often I look really small. Usually it is when I’m curled into a ball on Daddy’s chest. But then when I am in Mommy’s arms