I wish that I could say that every day I am a perfect angel in a great mood all the time. But unfortunately, that is not how life works. I have good days and bad days. I also have good times and bad times during the same day. It’s hard to say what makes the

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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