Super Friends

My Super Friends

(from this side to that side):

Jumping Bean (Dylan); Jumbo-Tron (That's Me); The Enforcer and Pint-Size (Eden and Ari); and The Thinker (Maddie)

Swim Fan*

On Saturday, my mom surprised me and took me to this place she called ‘the pool’. Now, maybe some of you younger readers out there may not know, so let me tell you, a pool is kind of like a bathtub but much bigger and more awesome because there’s no soap and lots of other kids. I’ve never seen so much water in one place! If you’ve never been, you are in for a treat. You should definitely get your mom or dad to take you.

My day started out when mom took me to this weird smelly building and started changing me. I didn’t think anything was unusual until she put these weird shorts on me with no diaper. Now I knew something was up.

Well, pretty soon I found out what because we got into this huge bathtub-type thing that mom called a pool. I was a little scared at first but I put on a brave face for mom in case this was her first time in a pool. Another thing that makes it much better than a regular bathtub is that you can bring all of your friends in with you. So along with me and my mom there was Dylan and Dylan’s dad and Dylan’s mom. I don’t know why Leo and Mini and Zimby didn’t come, though. Maybe next time.

It was so much fun. I got to use the kickboard and float on my back. And then at the end I sat on the edge and jumped in! That was great. I didn’t put my head underwater, though. It’s not that I was scared but I didn’t know how Dylan would handle it and I didn’t want him to freak out. That kid’s got so much energy. I remember how I was at that age. Anyway, it was one of my best days in a long time and I hope I get to go back sometime soon. I also hope my dad can come soon because he always does crazy things with me and I don’t think he’d be as scared as mom.

Check out Mom's grip on me. It's amazing that I can still breathe!

Here's Dylan with his parents. It's after our lesson so he's a little sleepy

I was so tired after swimming! I couldn't wait to get home and take a big long nap

*Thanks to Dad for helping me type this blog, I needed his help with typing and spell check today.

Cats Are Awesome!

I know that I've mentioned my cats, Mini and Zimby, before and recently talked about Dylan's dog Leo too. But, I don't think I have told you just how much I LOVE them. When I see any of them walk near me, it makes me so excited I just shake in my socks. Before I can help it I will try to reach out to them, and sometimes even scream for them, even when they are on the other side of the room. They just make me so happy! Sometimes the cats will let me get close, Mini especially, and I will grab hold of her so that I can tell her how much I love her. But before I have the chance to whisper (squeal) in her ear, Daddy will pull me off. I don't know why! I just want to keep her there, and tell her how happy she makes me.

She's pretty tricky too though because she will always come sit right behind me when I'm eating on Mommy's lap so that I know she's there, but the angle is too awkward for me to reach around and grab her. At least I can still be close to her.

Zimby is also really cool and will let me pet her sometimes too, but not as often. I don't even think she's even afraid of me, she just plays super cool and likes to watch over me. In fact when I look at pictures from when I was little I can see that they have always been looking after me!

Zimby was making me so excited just the other day!

Whispering in Mini's ear since I can't reach around to get a real good hold

Mini watching over me the first day I came home!

Here I am only 4 weeks old and you can see Zimby watching me in the background.

Can you believe I was once smaller than Mini??? The picture on the right was taken in February and I was already biggr than her then, but check out the one on the left taken last year! I'm glad they are so nice, because I think they could have gobbled me right up, I was so small!

They Call Me Mr. Giggles

Nanny Share

My parents were all excited this week because it was the first full week I was sharing my Nanny with my buddy Dylan. Don't get me wrong - I like Dylan - but I really don't understand their excitement. Before this week I had Nanny all to myself - she would play with me and feed me and take me on long walks. Anytime I needed anything she was right there and always has a big smile that cheers me up. But now I have to share her with Dylan! Why is that a good thing? Now sometimes she picks up Dylan instead of me and feeds Dylan instead of me. What if I was hungry at those times?? So far, I haven't been, but still - what would happen?

Actually, it's for this reason I've started to help Nanny out by holding my own bottle sometimes. I figure, if I have to share, then I better make the most of it right? I am older than Dylan so hopefully if I set a good example now, he'll need Nanny less later and then I can have her more. (I'm always thinking a head.)

Sometimes, it is kind of fun to have Dylan around because now there is somebody to hang out on the mat with me. And there is another good thing too -- twice a week I get to stay at Dylan's house and he had cool toys! His exesaucer is way better than mine because it has a mirror where I can see myself. He has another toy too that is like Mini and Zimby, only a little bigger and friendlier. My parents call his toy a "dog" and that dog is great! Pretty soon I'll be able to catch him and pet him.

Now that I think about it, maybe sharing Nanny isn't so bad. I guess I'll give it a little more time before I make my final judgement.

Helping Nanny out by holding my own bottle

Showing Dylan the ropes during his first week at my house

This is Dylan
(I even have to share my chair with him!)

This is me and Nanny.

She was the first person to ever take me on a swing

My First Heat Wave

This week I was hot. And I didn’t like it very much. It started off on Sunday. We got up in the morning and played a little while and then I took my first nap. When I got up again my mom changed me into the clothes for the day and she put shorts and a t-shirt on me. It was then that I figured out something strange was going on because my mom never dresses me in shorts and a t-shirt. Daddy and I always tease her because she puts me in many layers and always makes sure I’m all cozy. But then she put these big socks on me so I thought maybe it was just a fashion statement. We went to the park after that so that I could take a ride in the swing and admire the view. (My park looks out over this big giant puddle that has boats in it.) I was glad I had my socks on for the park because it was a little breezy up on that hill. But when we got back to the house it just got hotter and hotter and hotter until finally when I went to bed I was miserable. Mommy and Daddy still made me wear pajamas that night, but at least my feet stuck out and they didn’t make me use a blanket. But still, I was too hot and it took me a long time to finally fall asleep. The next night was even hotter and even though they only made me wear a onesie that night I was still too hot to sleep. I rolled all around my crib trying to find a comfortable place to lie. I even tried creeping to the edge to see if I could push my way out with my head, but after awhile I forgot what I was doing and fell asleep. During the day they would open up a lot of windows which made it better until the one morning when there was this big huge noise that woke me up from my nap. Mom took me out to my friend Dylan’s house right after that and I saw this man standing on a big loud toy making holes in the sidewalk. It was SO loud I think it would have woken me up even if the window was closed, but I’m not sure. Anyway, I was happy when it cooled down again yesterday and I could wear the sweatshirt that Granddad Steve sent to me. It has bugs all over it, and makes me look super cool! (Thanks Granddad!) I hope that it doesn’t get that hot again anytime soon. I’ll even stop teasing mom for putting me in layers when it’s cold, now that I know it’s more comfortable to be in a lot of clothes rather than hot and have no clothes on at all!

Swingin' in My Socks

Here's me asleep after I tried to push my way out of the crib

This is me in my new bug sweatshirt from Granddad

My First Business Trip

When Momma told me that I’d be going on my first business trip I got really nervous because I couldn’t think what type of business I’d be doing! I mean, I’m just a kid – what do I know? I can smile, and I can poop, and now I can roll over both directions, but I didn’t think that was the kind of business people were interested in. Fortunately I soon learned that it wasn’t me that was doing the business, it was Mom! She had to go to Bloomington, Minnesota for 2 nights so she took me and Grandma S with her for company. Daddy couldn’t come because his work doesn’t want him to leave yet since he already took so much time off with me.

We had to take another plane, but I didn’t like this one as much as the last one. The ladies who worked on the plane weren’t as nice and didn’t give me my own seat like the last plane ladies. I even tried crying for a little while to convince them but I finally gave up and just decided to sleep on Mommy’s lap. There wasn’t anything to do anyway.

When we got to Minnesota, Momma didn’t have to work the first day so we all went to this big place called the Mall of America. I was getting kind of tired by this point so I wasn’t too interested, but Mom got really excited about these Backyardigan characters and Lego Dinosaurs that she saw. She told me that I’ll really like this cartoon when I’m a little older and would build many things out of Legos. I don’t think that’s really possible though since the pieces were so small. How am I supposed to grasp and put together two things that are smaller than my hand? (I think Mom is crazy).

Afterwards we went back to the hotel. This was my first time staying in a hotel and I’m not sure that I liked it. I had my own bed, but it wasn’t my OWN bed, if you know what I mean, and it seemed really strange. I had to share a room with Mom and Grandma, but I wasn’t sharing Mom’s bed so I didn’t understand the point. That first night my teeth hurt so bad (I’m getting some teeth on top now) that I kept waking up. And since I wasn’t in my own bed, I kept getting confused and would just scream and scream. Finally I convinced Mommy that it was better if she shared her bed with me. From then on I slept well, except for the time I woke up once more and was confused again.

The next day Mom left for work and I spent the day with Grandma. We hung around the hotel and then Mom came back for lunchtime. After that we went on a walk to Target where Grandma bought me a new book. I was still tired from the night before and took a lot of naps, and, I got used to my hotel bed. Plus I had more space and didn’t have to worry about Mom bumping me so I slept in my own bed and didn’t wake up once the second night.

On the last day Mom went to work again and Grandma and I did the same routine. Mom came home a little early and then we all got ready to go flying again. I fell asleep in the beginning of the flight home, but then I woke up and couldn’t sleep again. I was pretty comfortable though laying on Mommy and Grandma’s laps, and even the lady next to Grandma, so I didn’t mind. I would just talk to them and look at the people who would pass by. This flight seemed really jiggly, especially when Grandma was changing me in the bathroom – it was fun!

It was really nice spending so much time with Grandma – she is very patient and quiet when I’m napping, but when I’m awake she likes to cuddle and always makes sure I’m well fed. Even though I had a fun time with Mom and Grandma, I’m happy to be home again. I missed Daddy and I missed my own bed. When my head hurts because of my teeth, it’s good to be around things I know.

Me in my hotel bed.

It's also the first time I slept on my tummy!

Mom having fun with her Backyardigan friend


Me and these Lego Dinosaurs

Waving to Mom when she came to meet us for lunch

Holding Mommy's hand and wishing she didn't have to go back to work

This picture was taken on Easter the day before we left but I really like this photo of me and Grandma.