I woke up at 6 this morning in a pretty good mood. I wasn’t hungry or sad or anything when I woke up. I just needed to burp. So I called Daddy. I have gotten pretty good about not crying for any old reason. In the middle of the night, if I need Mommy or […]
Ugh. Daddy turned me into a merman. As you can see, I’m not really into this look. But oddly, I did not kick off the towel as I normally do. I don’t want to be a merman, but I must admit that the towel does make me look tall, slim, and trim. Hmmm. Not that
I can be cranky when I wake up. I like my sleep and don’t like to be roused from it. It’s not like anyone is actively waking me up. I just wake up on my own because I’m hungry. Which is usually every 3 hours or so. But sometimes I have a really nice long
Sometimes lying on my mat or being carried gets old. I look at Mommy and Daddy and they rarely lie down on a mat. If they do, it is to talk/play/read to me. And I never see them get carried either. They do this thing called “sitting”. I want to do that. But unfortunately, I
Look at my wrist in that picture! Ouch! But, actually, NOT ouch. It doesn’t hurt at all. Sure, it’s at a weird angle, but I have very flexible joints. I assume all babies do. That’s how we all fit in our mommies’ tummies. Even out in the real world, it pays to be flexible.
I’ve been more grabby lately. I grab onto things when they come near my hand. So when Mommy or Daddy is carrying me, I often grab onto their clothes. They seem to like it. It makes them feel needed, I guess. What they don’t like is when I pinch. It is still a grab, but
I think this is called a love seat. Probably originally intended for two people, but I just wriggled my way in between Mommy and Daddy and now it is for a family of three. More than just a love seat, a loving family seat!
Poor Mommy is overworked taking care of me. I mean, just feeding me is quite a chore. Look how big I am. Now imagine how much milk it must take to fill me up. Then take into account I am sucking all that energy and nutrients out of Mommy. She is all tuckered out on
Sometimes I am so comfortable and content that I forget where I am and who is holding me. At these times I have to look and check. This time it was Daddy! I should have guessed. It felt a bit on the hairier side. And, yes, this position is comfortable to me. Don’t ask me
Yep, this is how I roll. Pretty cool, huh? (Of course, I’m always buckled in properly. This picture was taken after we safely arrived at our destination.)
Okay, this photo was staged. Of course I am not using the remote control to operate the TV. I don’t even like TV. I don’t even know what a TV is. You wouldn’t know this, but I’m looking in a totally different direction from the TV. Maybe this pictures is just a glimpse into the
I’ve been doing my tummy time daily, and I think I’m improving. Not only can I hold my head up at a 90 degree angle, I can hold it up longer. I still have some trouble remembering which muscles to use to hold me head up. I spend most of my tummy time trying to
While waiting in the doctor’s waiting room I fell asleep in Mommy’s arms and that gave Mommy and Daddy some time to admire my eyelashes again. They are pretty full and long for a baby barely two months old. Trust me, they are all natural and no mascara was applied.
Today I went to the doctor’s to get my first round of vaccinations. FOUR of them! Oh my! Three of those are shots and I heard that they hurt a lot. I am not really looking forward to this. The doctor looked me over and listened to my chest with a stethoscope. So that was
I have to talk to Daddy about his positioning of me on my play mat. I had a cloud right in my face. This was not that comfortable or fun.
Since I don’t like to sleep in my crib or in my chair Daddy tried to see if I preferred to sleep on the couch. After all, Mommy and Daddy love to take naps there. Hmmm, still not for me, but I did last longer than I usually do in my crib or chair.
It’s tough to get exercise or to enjoy any sports when you can’t run, walk, stand, crawl, or even hold my head up. But I need to start to exercise for my health. I heard that Daddy played soccer when he was younger, so I wanted to follow in his footsteps. So I started to
Am I half asleep or half awake? Are my eyes half opened or half closed? Half dreaming or half in reality? Half of what? I do not know. But completely and fully comfortable.
I was having a nice chat with Daddy when I felt something in my tummy. All of a sudden my smiles and laughs turned into brow furrowing and squinty eyes. Alas, it was a movement of the bowel variety. Maybe our conversation was too invigorating. Or maybe it was very relaxing. Whatever the case, I