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.

Happy Valentine's Day

Checking Sanity

Daddy took me in to see Mom at work today. They said something about Friday the 13th blah blah good day blah Valentine’s Day blah blah.. All I know is I saw my mom in the middle of the day and it was fun! Well, ok..not “fun fun” because there were no monkeys there, but “fun” because Mom was there. Some of her coworkers were very excited to see me. One of them kept calling me her “boyfriend” (yuck) and I found out that Mom always sends her pictures of me. I got embarrassed by this and tried to cover my face with a cloth because I was blushing. Mom’s friend Rick works in her building so he came up to visit with me too. Mom says, “remember Rick?” No, I don’t. But he was pretty cool and talked to me like a grown-up. Mom had to work a little bit while I was there, so I helped her out. She said I was her sanity check. I’m not sure what that means but since she was using spell check a lot, I guess it’s like that. She sure has a lot of papers on her desk. There was barely any space to change me but luckily we made room. And, I was grateful we closed the door so no one walked in while my diaper was off!

Although I enjoyed visiting Mom at work, it really reinforced my desire to be a monkey trainer. I just can’t imagine sitting in front of a computer all day.

Why does she keep calling me her boyfriend??

"CLEAN YOUR DESK!"

Hanging out with my new buddy Rick

Checking Sanity for Mom

All In A Day's Work

I had a very busy day on Saturday entertaining my Mommy...

..it really took it out of me...

Monkey See, Monkey Do

I have decided what I want to be when I grow up…a Monkey Trainer!! I’ve thought about this for at least a week now and I know that this is what I want to do with my life. Monkeys are just so cool; I can’t imagine doing anything else. I always know what they’re thinking and they listen to me when I talk to them. One of them, I call him Donkey Kong, wears bright colors and swings above me on my play mat. Another one, Happy Monkey, makes a great noise when I shake him. My third favorite is Shaggy Monkey because he doesn’t mind when I suck on his head. Today I gathered up all of my monkey friends around me and told them about my plans, and I can tell they were just as excited as I am about my dream. I need to go talk to mom and dad now about which preschool has the best monkey trainer program.

Monkey you're my bestest bud. Let's play.

Listening to advice from my two best pals.

Monkey kisses are the best kisses.

Jingle the Monkey Trainer