When Daddy feeds me my lunch, Mommy takes the time to do some housework. She vacuums, cooks, or cleans up the house. Even though I’m into my food, I can’t help but watch her go here and there and do this and that. Sometimes I find the thing she is doing very entertaining. Today she was fixing the cushions on the couch by patting them back into shape. I found it hilarious!
I found it so entertaining that I gave it a standing ovation…facing the wrong way.
I’ve been watching the news and am shocked with what is happening in the world. I didn’t really intend to watch the news. I was actually trying to get to Daddy’s games and console that Mommy blocked off from me with some cardboard. I was figuring out a way to get to all the goodies when I saw the news and got distracted.
After my bath, Daddy dries me, lotions me, and dresses me in my pajamas. Before he used to lay me down on the floor, but I didn’t like it that much. I don’t like to be idle. So nowadays he stands me up next to the table. It makes it very easy for him to put my lotion on and then dress me in my pajamas. Well, usually, it is easy. I start to run away from him because I know that I get nursed next and I can’t wait. Daddy struggles to get the last layers of clothes on me and as I run away from him I sometimes use him to climb up on the table to get to Mommy. At these times getting me dressed is not easy, but Daddy gets the job done.
After dinner I was happy in my chair and brushing my teeth. I started chatting with Mommy, who was in the kitchen. I was very talkative. Then Daddy started taking a video. Then I became very quiet. I started to talk again a little, but no where near the amount I was talking before. I guess I was camera shy.
Daddy tried to sneak up on me to video tape me being chatty without me noticing, but of course I noticed. He wasn’t as sneaky as he thought he was.
It is hard to tell what is going on in the pictures above. I came to visit Daddy and he put me on his lap for a bit. While there I noticed that the arms of his desk chair very soft and chewable. Normally my mouth can’t reach the arms when I stand on the floor. So this was my chance to get some arm chewing in.
Mommy made some steamed buns for my snack. It was good practice for me to feed myself, but of course I tried to put too much in my mouth at once. Mommy had to tear it into smaller pieces for me to make sure I didn’t choke on it.
When I sleep, I move around a lot and sleep in a lot of different positions. Usually I sleep on my tummy but sometimes I sleep on my side or back. The weird thing is that I usually sleep up against one of the sides of my crib, or in this case, right in the corner. Recently, I tuck my legs in under me and then my butt sticks up. Mommy and Daddy are surprised that I don’t wake up stiff or with cramps in my legs. They forget that those are old people problems, not baby problems.
We visited Jiiji today. He was working the last couple of times we visited so I wanted to see him. Unfortunately I started off as usual by crying when I saw Jiiji and Baaba. But I calmed down after a bit. Baaba had some strawberries for me, so that helped butter me up.
After that I had fun standing at the table and trying to grab everything on it. I even wandered around the room a bit. I smiled at Jiiji and Baaba as the talked to me and played with me. I think they enjoyed just watching me take things in and explore.
Then it was time for my lunch. I was doing really well until the food ran out.
When I finished eating all my food I was in a bad mood again.
I had a short nap and then woke up in a good mood again. I had fun interacting with Jiiji and Baaba a bit more before it was time to go. It was a short visit, but we all had a great time!
I’ve been surprising Mommy and Daddy by falling asleep in the car lately. I’m usually playing with a toy and then they notice that I’ve gone silent. Mommy leans back and checks on me to find me asleep.
I can climb on the couch, I can stand on the couch, I can reach the rack next to the couch, so my next move is naturally to try and climb the rack. Mommy and Daddy are constantly stopping me from attempting it, but I’ll get my chance someday.
Sometimes I can drink my midnight bottle at the perfect pace that I fall fast asleep after I suck the last drop out of it. It is a very smooth transition back to sleep. It is more impressive that I can sleep so peacefully after the effort and gusto I have when drinking my bottle. The packaging said that it should take a baby 10 minutes to drink 200ml (6.8 oz) with the particular nipple I’m using. I usually finish in just over 3 minutes and sometimes just under.
As you know, everything on the coffee table is fair game and you have to expect me to try to grab it. But my arms aren’t quite long enough to reach all the way across it. So I have to side step around the table to bring it into reach. But that is a lot harder to do when Daddy keeps moving it away from me. Well, it shows that I can judge distance and know which way to go to get closer to my target. It also shows my patience. Daddy was surprised that I didn’t get frustrated or irritated by the moving bottle and tube.
It was bound to happen. I have a toy that is shaped like a cube and sturdily sits on the floor. It was inevitable that I would use it like a step stool to get to higher places. I’m always thinking of the next step. Just watch out when I learn about stacking!
Recently when I check on Daddy at work I no longer stay under his chair. I stand up next to him and watch what he is doing. And sometimes I express my disapproval of his work.
Yep, I’m a picky boy. That is when it comes to nose picking.
It doesn’t matter if I’m sitting, squatting, or lying down, it is hard for me to poop. I have to push and grunt. My face turns red as it gets all scrunched up. Sometimes it is so hard to poop that I’m brought to tears and cry out in pain. It passes, but I wish I didn’t have to go through all that. I tried pooping while standing, thinking that maybe that would make it easier. It didn’t really improve anything. It was still hard to push and it still hurt a little. Poor me.
My nails grow really fast so Mommy and Daddy have to cut them almost every week. They don’t want me to scratch myself or others. Sometimes I won’t stay still, but I was a good boy today. I let Daddy cut my nails while I played with his eyeglasses case with one hand.
