I hear that grownups have a hard time waking up in the morning because they are so comfortable in their beds and don’t want to get up. I understand the feeling. Sometimes I find myself on Mommy or Daddy in the morning, because of a rough night, and I definitely don’t want to wake up […]
Recently I’ve been looking around a lot more and locking on to things. The most common targets of my long gazes are Mommy and Daddy. When they talk to me and play with me I just stare at them. If one of them walks by I lock on to them. My stares can be unsettling
Besides just staring at myself in my play mat mirror, I actually play on my play mat as well. Most of my playing is unintentional as I flail my arms and legs and accidentally hit the little toys hanging from it. But it is still a lot of fun! Just look at me go!
I’m not vain or anything. I just like looking at myself. I’m objectively interested in the idea of reflections in a mirror. I like the interaction of my play mat, so that’s why I keep staring at the mirror. So, this is me still checking myself out.
Okay, I know I’m a big baby, but this is getting ridiculous. I’m growing so fast that we had to pick up some new clothes for me. We decided to go one size up and buy clothes for 6-month-old babies. Here I am, not even 2 months old, with my 6-month-old size rompers nearly bursting
It’s been well established that I am a cute baby. There is a no doubt and no argument there. But, the question is, could I be cuter? Perhaps with long hair? Well, we didn’t have any extra long hair just lying about, so we simulated some long hair with a towel. What’s the verdict? Cuter?
I’m still a pretty young baby, and that means that I can’t hold my head up very well yet. I’m doing my tummy time to work toward that ability, but at the moment my neck stability is not that reliable. So that means that when I try to hold my head up and am doing
I’ve been gnawing on my fist a lot recently. At first I was sucking on it, kind of to soothe myself and also to give a not-so-subtle hint to Mommy and Daddy that I’m hungry. But nowadays, more than sucking on it, I kind of gnaw on it. And it is not only when I
When I on my play mat, I’m am usually doing one of two things: staring at myself in the mirror or moving my arms and legs. When I say “moving my arms and legs” I don’t mean an arm raise here and casual kick there. I mean that I am constantly moving my arms and
Whoopsie. I was in a pretty comfortable position and slid off. Oh well. This is pretty comfy too. Hmmm. Maybe I’ll just stay here for a while.
I was waking from my nap, still a bit groggy, and realized that I was really hungry. So, naturally, I started foraging for food. That’s when I heard Daddy’s voice say, “Wrong breast, buddy.” Oops! Wrong parent.