Little Big Man

Lately people have been telling me how big I look and to those people I usually say “ok ok ok” but in the past few days a few things have happened that made me realize that I really am a lot bigger! And let me be the first to tell you – the world opens up to you when you are bigger and stronger. I thought I could do everything before, but holy smokes – I’m starting to think I am only just beginning to see the opportunities before me. Take the play yard for example. I remember the first time I went to the play yard with my parents and their friends from Colorado. The other kids were able to run around and play on the swings and the slides and other fun looking stuff. I was too little though and had to just watch from my stroller. Finally I got bored so I just fell asleep. I didn’t think I would ever get to do any of that stuff, I was just too small. Well…last Sunday my parents took me to the park and guess what…this time I got to ride on a swing!! It was amazing! They let me sit in it all by myself and my dad stayed close by “just in case”. I’m not sure what that means, but he didn’t get in my way. It won’t be long now before I get to go on the slide and other stuff, I know it!

Later that same day my Mom took me to her aunt and uncle’s house to visit with her cousin Farrah and her daughter Samantha. Samantha is almost the same age as me and I met her when I was really really little. I remember thinking that my cousin Samantha was HUGE. I couldn’t believe I was older than her because she was twice my size. We hadn’t seen her since before Thanksgiving, so when I saw her on Sunday, I was absolutely stunned – because, and you’ll never believe this, I was bigger than her!! Can you believe it?? I know that no one there could believe it because everyone kept talking about it. A lot. I have to show you the pictures below – you will be pretty impressed too, I am sure.

The last thing that makes me realize I am getting bigger has nothing to do with my size, but my tastebuds. (They are things on my tongue that tell me what I like to eat.) Now, I know I told you I would never eat again in my last blog entry, but no one ever told me about Sweet Potatoes! When Mom first pulled this orange stuff out I really thought she had lost it. No way, no way, no way was I going to try to eat that gunk. The other white gunk is bad enough. And now she wanted to give me orange gunk?? NO WAY. But Mom just looked so darn excited when she was weaving the spoon in front of me, I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Turns out, my Mom was right… I loved it! My tastebuds are definitely getting bigger too.

I am so excited about what’s next. When do you think Dad will let me drive his car?

Check me out on the Swing
Push me higher Dad!!

Before: That's me on the right and Cousin Samantha on the left.


After: That's me on the left, Cousin on the right.
She's a little taller, but I am heavier!!


Sweet Potatoes - YES!!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Kiss Me, I'm (a little bit) Irish!

Sour Milk

Yesterday we tried something new. And to be honest, I have no idea what my parents were thinking. First they strapped me down in this new chair I have, so that I can sit at the table. I hate it because the straps stick me in the ears, and my head is barely above the tray. Usually they put toys on it, as if that would entertain me. Instead, the toys just block my vision so I can’t see what’s really going on. It’s like they’re hiding something from me. But yesterday was different. Yesterday they cleaned off the tray and put a gigantic bib on me. Seriously – it was huge!! I may spit up here and there, but come on… is that really necessary? Then, instead of facing the table, my dad turned me towards him and stuck this bowl on the tray with white stuff in it. At first I got all excited because I was pretty sure I was going to eat, but then I couldn’t figure out how that could be since there was no bottle. Next thing I knew he was sticking this long thing into the bowl and then into my mouth! It was really weird because it tasted like the milk I’m used to, but it had a horrible consistency – I think it had gone bad. It really made me want to gag. Talk about ruining an appetite! They tried to put more into my mouth, but I was strong and resisted. I guess it was training to try to get me to stop putting things into my mouth since I’ve been sucking on everything else. Maybe they’re right. I can certainly tell you one thing they aren’t putting into my mouth again...this white runny goop. This morning Mom was going through the whole set-up routine again, so I faked her out and pretended I was hungry for breast milk instead so she forgot about the goop.

Jingle: 1, Parents: 0. I think I’ve taught them a lesson – I’m sure it’s the last time they’ll ever try to do that to me again.

I Showed Them!

Standing and Teething

Things are changing so fast I can't even keep up with them! I don't know what's wrong with me, but the things that I used to enjoy now seem almost boring. I still love my mat, but I don't get the same pleasure that I once did lying on my back and looking at the toys above. It's like now I want to grab them and pull myself up - or move somewhere - I just don't want to stay on my back! I'm practicing sitting which is nice but it's still not very exciting since I can't reach very far in front of me. After awhile I get a stomach ache too because my head weighs me down and I end up all hunched over. But standing - wow - now that is exciting!! It's like I'm always living on the edge, just about to topple over, but someone is always there to catch me. And the view is amazing from this height. I just realized recently that there are animals on my mat. Before, I just thought there was some purple thing that stuck out of the mat, but when I look at it from above I realize it's an elephant's ear, and the whole elephant head is printed right there! It's pretty cool.

The other thing that's changing has to do with my mouth. Apparently I have teeth!! I'm not sure what they are good for yet, since I can't chew milk. I do know that they are a lot sharper on my thumb than my gums are. I can't see what all of the fuss is about, but it makes my parents really excited every time they see them. "oh look at his teeth!!" they say. And I keep overhearing them talk about it to others. I have started watching my parents eat recently and realized that they don't drink milk, unless they are eating what they call "brownies". They seem to really enjoy their food too, so I'm looking forward to when I might get to chew something. I mean, it seems like it would be a lot of work, to chew and use a fork, but there must be some benefit to it, or else they would still be using a bottle right? I have a doctor appointment this week and my parents seem to think I might be able to eat something other than milk after that appointment. I'm a little nervous though - what if I don't like it?

Look Mom, No Hands!

Check out My Chompers!

The End of An Era

Today is my 6 month birthday and now I am all grown up. I know this because tomorrow is Dad’s first day back at work. He spent the last 6 weeks at home with me, and before that Mom was home every day. But now they know I’m old enough to be on my own so they will both go back to work. The nice lady who calls me “Hawkobo” is going to stay with me to keep me company.

I had such a great time with my dad. He sure does like to do the same thing everyday, I always knew what to expect. First, we would both help Mom get ready for work in the morning. Then, we would play on my gym mat. Mommy told me exercise was important to Dad and she wasn’t kidding! Dad taught me to stand up, sit up and do pushups. I think pretty soon I’ll be as strong as he is.

But after all that exercise I was sleepy and took my morning nap. After that, Daddy took me out for my first walk of the day. He says they’re good for me. Then when we got back it was airplane time. Daddy flew me around the whole house! We would go up and down and up and down – it was great! Then Dad would stand me up some more until I got sleepy again, and took another nap. After that it was another walk and then more exercise until Mom got home. Then sometimes he would read my favorite story to me, about a sleepy bear and all his friends. That was pretty much my day.

Up, Up and Away!!

There’s only a few things that confuse me. Maybe you can help me out. Whenever Daddy fed me he was always looking at these sheets of paper and saying stuff like, “To be or not to be. That is the question.”, and he was always talking about Denmark and talking to people I couldn’t see named Horatio, and Laertes and Ophelia. What do you think he was talking about? Are we going on a trip sometime, like when we went to Indiana?

The other thing that confused me was that every time he got me up after my nap he was all sweaty. I couldn’t figure this out so one time I asked Mommy to stay home from work and watch him. She took a video for me below. And you know what? I stil don’t really understand what he was doing.

So anyway, that’s the end of my story. I really did like my time with Dad, but like I told them, I’m a big boy now, and I think I can watch after of myself.