It’s tough being a baby. There is so much going on in life, but I have so little control over anything. I can’t even control myself. My bodies has a mind of its own. I can’t control my hands or feet very well. I can’t even control my bodily functions. And then there is my […]
I had my first photo shoot today. No, I wasn’t scouted to be a baby model. Though, I understand how you could make that assumption. Actually, I’m nearly one month old and in Japan we go for our first shrine visit, or omiyamairi. These days, many families take photos in a studio before or after
Sometimes I am so hungry that I am literally biting the hand that feeds me. Well, not really biting, more like gnawing. But the hand is Mommy’s hand and she’s the one literally feeding me. Hmmm. I should rethink my actions or I might be cut off.
A lot happens while I sleep. Apparently I do a lot weird things. I make weird noises, I make weird faces, and I make weird movements. There is a lot of weirdness going on. I would like to say that while doing all of this I am getting a restful sleep, but I’m not. I
Yep, that’s me foaming at the mouth. I’m not mad or anything. It is just something that I do. Oddly, I’m not like a typical baby who drools a lot or spits up from time to time. But I do foam at the mouth every once in a while, usually while I sleep. Don’t ask
It goes without saying that my favorite thing in the world is to be close to Mommy and Daddy. It is so peaceful. This is my happy place.
Even after 4 weeks I still can’t get rid of this hiccuping. Of course, I have not been hiccuping for 4 weeks straight, but I have been hiccuping at least once every day for 4 weeks. It is getting tiring.
As I grow, I am more awake and alert. Slowly and surely my facial expressions are increasing. I haven’t quite mastered smiling, but as you can see, I’m getting very close.
I am 4 weeks old today! I feel like I’ve grown and developed a lot these 4 weeks. I heard people talk about how tough the world can be for a little baby, but I don’t think it is that hard. Sure, I sometimes cry like it is the end of the world over the
I am both a beauty and a beast. I’m not just talking about outward appearances. There are times when I am such an easy baby, conducting myself with beauty and grace. Then there are times where I am on a rampage set on upsetting the peace that has settled upon the land. Nah, I’m just
Do I have big eyes or small eyes? It is hard to tell. Most of the time I think I have small eyes, but then every so often when I’m awake and very alert I have these big bright eyes. Compare my big eyes to my normal eyes. Very different.
I went out for my first stroller ride today. I think I liked it. I don’t really have much memory of it. I remember being a little uneasy when I was put in the stroller and then there was a lot of shaking. Before I knew it I was fast asleep. All the rumbling and
I was born with a full head of hair and I’m very proud of it. It makes me look more mature. I’m not even a month old and I have had a few hair style changes. You saw my antenna and salaryman look. This is my spiky look.
Even when sleeping, or drowsy, I am very entertaining. I’m rarely ever completely still. I’m often making noises, moving my hands and feet, and like in this case rocking side to side, almost rolling over. All of this is unintentional. Imagine how much I’ll be able to move when I put my mind to it.
This was not intentional. I did not mean to show my midriff. It is just that sometimes when I stretch while being held the snaps at the bottom of the clothes pop off and my clothes work their way up. I’m literally getting too big for my britches. Mommy and Daddy purposefully held off on
I’m starting to learn more about photography, especially camera angles. There are many unflattering camera angles that can really change the way you look. Did you know if you take a selfie from a low angle that it can make you look chubby? Here is my proof that camera angle can change how you look.
I try to do some tummy time every day. My effort and success during tummy time varies. One thing that seems to be reoccurring is my farts. All that abdominal flexing leads to inadvertent gas passing. Excuse me.
Since I can’t talk yet, it is hard for me to express my feelings. Right now, the way I express my feelings is by crying or not crying. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got. I also make some grunts and coos, but those are not really to express myself yet. It’s just something to do.