Happy Halloween

Today is the first dreary day we have had since I was born so we have spent most of the day indoors except for the walk that Mom and I took earlier. The sun hasn't come out and it is raining off and on, which is pretty exciting since it's the first time I have seen rain. I could just chill and stare out the window all day, but Mom keeps putting me in my Halloween outfits to try to find the perfect picture. Here are a few of my favorites.

Boo!!

Cat Nap

Don't be alarmed by this one with Zimby - we were just having a pretend cat fight. In truth, if I just extend one of my little fingers in her direction she takes off runnning.

Mini, however, is another story - lately she has insisted on sleeping right next to me every time I am eating.

Grandparents

Last weekend my parents left me! Ok, ok, so perhaps I’m being a little dramatic, but they did have dinner out without me for the first time. But I didn’t mind because I had a fun night with Grandpop Jim and Nana Judy. It was the first time that I’ve been to their house is Sebastopol and it was super cool. They already have toys for me to play with, and there was even a vibrating bassinet for me to sleep in.

When Mom and Dad went out to dinner I stayed behind to entertain Grandpop and Nana. I may only be 8 weeks old, but I could tell that my grandparents are crazy about me. I did my best to be super cute so they would think that I’m the best little boy in the world. (Don’t tell them this, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got them wrapped around my tiny little finger.)

There was one thing that was kind of strange about the trip however. They have dogs. One in particular, Abby, seemed really interested in me, but I’m not sure why. I wasn’t afraid or anything, and she never bit me, but a couple times she came up and stuck her nose right in my face!! Let me tell you – her nose is a lot bigger and wetter than Mini and Zimby’s noses. I saw my dad wrestling with Abby so I know that she will be fun to play with when I’m bigger, but for now I’m going to avoid that slimy nose of hers.

We spent the night in Sebastopol and then on Sunday we all went to a pumpkin farm in Petaluma. I wore the black cat suit that Auntie Stephanie had sent to me so I could dress up for Halloween (and they could take pictures of me). It’s too bad Mini and Zimby weren’t there because they would think it’s pretty cool. We would have looked like triplets. I’m sure I’ll be wearing that a lot more, and not just for Halloween, considering how crazy my parents are about their cats.

All in all it was a great weekend, and now I can’t wait to go to all of my other grandparents’ houses! I have already seen Grandma Janis and Grandpa Jim’s house, and I even got to go to Grandpa’s classroom last week where he taught me a little math. (Food + Sleep = Poop)


Pretty soon we are going to Indiana for Christmas so I can meet the grandparents there too, and I can’t wait!! Until then I will continue to hone my cute skills so I'll have them wrapped around my fingers too.

Getting Into The Swing Of Things

Shh... please don't tell anyone, but I think my mom is trying to torture me... Not in a mean, physical way, but in this mental way, where I might have scars from it for the rest of my life - or at least when I go on my first date and she breaks out the photos and videos.

First of all, she always puts me in these cutesy clothes. Like when we went to a baby shower last Saturday and she kept showing off my "pumpkin butt" to all the guests. I mean, it was a shower for me afterall. If I had to be surrounded by a bunch of girls, why couldn't she have put me in something manly??

Then, later this week she tried to make me dance. And not to something cool like Justin Timberlake - oh no - she made me dance to Billy Joel. From the 80s. I'm like, "um, Mom, I wasn't even born in the 80s!!" (And what's the deal with the pants??)

Today, she put me into this swing, and the verdict is still out on this. I think it's torture, but then some part of me thinks that maybe I will enjoy this one day. Today however, I couldn't decide if I liked it, or if I was going to lose my lunch.

This Battle May Have Been Won But...

I have this one outfit that I can’t stand wearing. It’s green and white and has pictures of little bears and campgrounds all over it. Every time Mom puts it on me I try to find ways to get it off as quickly as possible. Usually I pee or spit up on it, but today I did my best work yet.

As Mom was dressing me in it, she reminded me, “You always find ways to mess this one up don’t you?” Five minutes later when she was holding me in her arms and staring at my face (she does that a lot), I concentrated really, really hard on how to mess the outfit when it just came – I blew out my shorts!!

Oh man.. it was the best yet! Ha ha ha, hee hee… I had so much fun, that I didn’t stop there.. I did it again! Seriously, you would have been proud. Mom knew that I had beaten her, so she rewarded me with my “brilliant” shirt.

I took this photo of myself (to show how brilliant I am)

See me checking myself out in the mirror:

Unfortunately I was so excited about my little “incident” that I pee’d through that shirt not 10 minutes later. Now Mom had the upper hand so she put on my “Little Stinker” shirt, and got the last laugh by taking me out in public in that outfit, but I pretended not to care…

Babies Hate Mondays Too

I started off the day today by playing a little game with Mommy. I wanted to see how many times I could make her change my diaper and my clothes. I'm not sure if I set a record but I was in my fourth diaper, and my fourth onesie (since I kept peeing through the diapers) by noon. I don't even know why I was playing this game because if there is one thing I hate more than having my diaper changed, it is having my onesie changed. Both activities make me so upset that I cry and sometimes truly belt it out when I'm hungry as well. But I guess it's like picking at a scab - I just couldn't resist.

I guess I got so used to crying from the diaper-clothes changing fiasco that I just couldn't stop the rest of the day. I didn't even let Mom finish her lunch or take a shower because I didn't want her to put me down. We took a nap in the afternoon so I was quiet for about an hour and a half but I made up for it by waking up screaming for food. Mom looked a little bleary eyed during that particular feeding session. I guess she had been sound asleep before I woke her up, but I was HUNGRY.

I'm not sure why I was in such a state today, but I blame it on the fact that it was Monday.

Smiley

My mom took this short video of me last week when I was trying to get to sleep. She was so overwhelmed by my cuteness that she thought I was already 6 weeks old instead of 5. When she said that, it just made me smile.

My New Blog

I guess you could say my mom made me do this. You may know her as Mrs. Mingle. She thinks a person is never too young to start recording their memories and encouraged me to start this blog. I should tell you that I'm grateful though because before I learned to type the only way I could communicate was by crying (and farting).

I turned 5 weeks old yesterday and so far I think that life has been pretty easy - not that I have much to compare it to, of course. I live in San Francisco with my parents, the Mingles, and our two cats. I haven't actually seen the cats since I can't quite focus on them yet, but I know they are there by the cat hair that appears on me sometimes.

I spend most of the time with my mom during the day who loves me a lot but she has a strange way of showing it. The many kisses I understand, but she's got this need to constantly wash my face. I just don't understand why she can't let the milk stains be, it's not like anyone (especially me) would know.

My dad is pretty cool. He seems to have a lot of energy and I know that when I start moving around more he'll have no problem keeping up. I can't wait to race him. For now I look forward to when he gets home in the evenings and the weekends are my favorite time when we are all home together.

I've already met great people and done fun things in my first 5 weeks of life so I know that I'll have tons to write about and I look forward to sharing my reflections. Mom says we can also post pictures and videos on this blog so we'll be able to share special moments with our family and friends who live far away. I hope you enjoy my blog.