
Man, is it hot today. I couldn’t take the heat, so I took my clothes off. Ahhhh. Much better.
Man, is it hot today. I couldn’t take the heat, so I took my clothes off. Ahhhh. Much better.
Tummy time is a part of my daily routine. I need it to grow stronger so that I can hold my head up on my own and see the world. But sometimes it is too hot to workout with clothes on. This is my own private gym so I don’t think anyone will complain about me working out without a shirt or pants on.
It’s a good thing that Daddy took these pictures of me. I didn’t realize that I had so much back and neck meat. Maybe I’d better up my workout routine.
I’m getting bigger by the day. I’d like to say that all the weight I am putting on is all muscle, but I don’t that is the case. Just take a look at my belly and the rolls in my legs and arms. That just means there is more of me to love.
By the way, wearing nothing but my diapers is the best way to beat the summer heat. I feel so comfortable like this. I’ve got to let my body breathe.
I have so much fun on my play mat that sometimes Mommy and Daddy join me there. There is not much room for them, but we manage. It is quite cozy.
I still can’t believe that my 6-month-old size clothes barely fit me. I can almost pop the snaps off if I take a deep breath. I don’t think the sizing charts are accurate.
I haven’t quite worked out how to grab things with my hands when on my play mat, but I did figure out that if I kick a lot, I am bound to hit something and then things start to happen. Sometimes I feel something move, somethings I see something shake, sometimes I make some noise. That’s how to make play mat time more fun.
After nursing I often drift off into a very deep content sleep. Sometimes when I’m moved from Mommy’s lap to my chair or mat I wake up very cranky. In order to prevent that from happening Mommy sometimes has to transfer more than just me, but also my pillow to my chair. Doesn’t that look comfortable?
Check out my long lashes! Aren’t they pretty! They really help balance out the robust eyebrows that I inherited from Daddy and Grandpa.
I’m pretty use to car rides right now. I don’t really fuss much unless I’m hungry. For the most part I enjoy the rumble of the car and it usually puts me to sleep. Even when I don’t sleep, I’m fine in the car. Except for those darn red lights interrupting my car ride. I don’t like those at all.
I take my post-nursing naps very seriously. The nap right after breakfast is the most important nap of the day. Wait, I’m being told that “breakfast is the most important meal of the day”. Same thing for a nursing baby. Mealtime pretty much equals naptime.
Um, this is a bit awkward. And I don’t think it is very comfortable for Daddy either. Hmmm, nope, I don’t really like this version of a high chair right now. Maybe some other time.
It was late afternoon and I was having a nice nap outside with Daddy in our garden area, when I realized I was hungry. You can see my cheeks and lips moving, ready before nursing before I am even awake. I was having such a nice nap, but then hunger strikes. This feeding every 3 hours can be a pain sometimes. Apparently, I have a stomach the size of a fist, my fist. That is really small. It’s no wonder I have to refuel so often.
I was being a bit fussy in the house so Daddy took me outside to get some fresh air. Even though it is nice and cool in the air conditioned house, I often like to go outside, despite the 30°C (86°F) temperature and 60% humidity. Luckily, our veranda is covered and quite breezy. It’s quite comfortable. This is me, soaking up the fresh air.
I heard that some grownups have a “good side” when taking pictures. I still haven’t found mine, but I now understand that my face can change a lot at different aggles.When you have luscious cheeks like mine, you are at the mercy of gravity.
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 and leave that comfort. Yes, to me the position above is comfortable. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.
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 at times, but I intend for them to be flattering. I find the object of my gazes to be objects of my affection. I hope it doesn’t reflect upon me poorly that I stare at myself a lot in my mirror.
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!