I went to school for a whole week! I like it there. Everybody is so nice to me and they all think I'm so cute. It's cool to get out of the house a little bit too. Mumma would rather I stay home where its warm. And safe. And I'm comfortable in my surroundings. And she wouldn't be so busy trying to get us out of the house daily. But what fun is that? My big bro is there too and visits me sometimes.
Sunday I went to church for the first time and I was baptized! A whole bunch of people were there too... Both sets of grandparents, all my aunts, uncles and cousins, the Merrimans who are my God parents, the Burnhams and the Madars. I didn't want to be there at first so I was upset (and I needed to poop) but then after awhile, it was all good.
This last week was a little nutty. Mumma is being crazy reorganizing all of our bedrooms and wardrobe. She even rearranged furniture and her closet. She says if the house is in disarray, our lives will be in disarray. I have no idea what she's talking about so I just sit there and watch her run through the house.
I don't know if I mentioned this before but when I'm mad or trying really hard to communicate, water falls from my eyes. I don't like that. Why did my eyes start doing that? Dada calls them crocodile tears. They are salty too.
Here's my skull picture from last week - pretty cool:
Last night I slept for seven hours. Only problem is, it was from 7pm until 2am. And then I was up at 5am. Mumma is happy. That is great progress she says. She goes back to work next week. She'll be tired until she gets used to things but we're heading in the right direction.
I'd rather be held at all times but I really do enjoy my swing. I take some killer naps in my swing. When I fuss, the swing calms me down. I still don't like the pacifier much. Its nice and soothing from time to time but not too often.
The paparazzi was at my house Saturday. We were doing a photo shoot and it was fun for the first three minutes. I didn't like the noise, or the chaos. So I just cried. For the next two hours.
Mumma is always wrenching on my neck. She turns my head to the right. I lay on my changing table, and she turns my head. I fall asleep in my swing, and she turns my head. I will be sleeping in my bed in the middle of the night, and she turns my head. It all started at my first doctor visit and the doctor noticed I favor my left side. The left side of the back of my head is flat. Hey, its where I lay and its comfortable. Doc said I probably did that in mumma's tummy too. So my last visit to the doctor, they wanted to check to make sure my skull was growing properly so I had to go get an xray. The picture is cool, but the xray was not. It was quite torturous really. I cried the entire time. Good thing the techs were pretty quick about it.
After the quick trip to the hospital, we swung by great grandma's house to drop off an invitation for her to come see me get baptized. I seem to make her very happy. We smiled and cooed at each other for awhile. She's pretty cool. And she thinks I'm an angel.
Oh boy... shots are the opposite of a good time. I had two this week and an oral vaccine. I liked the stuff to drink. The nurse said babies usually spit it out but I thought it was good. Then the first shot wasn't pleasant but I didn't cry. The second shot... was a nightmare. She even said it would be and boy was she right.
Doc said I was in perfect health. I weigh 11 lbs and 4 oz. Which is a pound heavier than my brother at 10 wks. Dada said I was gunna be bigger than Brayden the day he met me. He was right.
I don't sleep in my parents bedroom anymore. I'm breaking in my new room and liking it. It's nice to have my own space.
Mumma is obsessed with my eyes and what color they will be. Right now they are gray. In certain lighting indoors and in a couple of pictures they look blue, but they're not. Mumma says they are steel gray and very cool. She wonders if they stay the same or maybe be hazel like Grandma Judy and dada's eyes.
I have to run, I'm very hungry. Now.
Life is good. My brother loves me. My parents adore me. My house keeps me warm. And I smile. A lot. I love to see mumma's face. It makes me happy every time she just says hello. I can make her heart melt in under one second. She's easy. We also talk a lot. This week I found my voice so we've been carrying on quite a few lengthy conversations. Every conversation ends with her saying "oh you're SO cute".
I'm not as hungry all of sudden. I think maybe I was having a huge growth spurt the last week or two but things seem calmer now and I can sleep longer between feedings. Which means mumma gets to sleep a little more at night. When mumma sleeps more, the house is in order. When the house is in order, we're all happy.
We had a lot of visitors this week and I've had a blast with kids to play with (Hilberts and McLaughlins). All of our visitors come with gifts for my brother and I. Mumma keeps trying to explain to me how spoiled we are. I'm starting to get it now... and its pretty sweet.
Mumma is working on enrolling me in school. I start on Valentine's day for 3 days a week and I will spend one day a week with each Grandma. It will be fun, but I really like home. And my time with mumma. I think she's pretty sad to have to go back to work. She'll adjust and we can close one chapter and start the next one. It's all good.
Bath time is so much fun! I love the warmth and sound of running water. It's soothing to me. And once again, my mother tells me I'm just like Brayden. I love water. Just like Brayden. I want to be held often. Just like Brayden. Rubbing the bottom of my feet calms me down. Just like Brayden. Snuggling up into your neck makes me happy. Just like Brayden. I eat way too much way too fast. Just like Brayden. How come mumma always has to compare me to Brayden? I'm my own person ya know!?
The Madars were over during the weekend. Having company all the time is a riot. I get held and cuddled and cooed at often. My brother has somebody to play with. And mumma gets to have adult conversation. Win win.
We are one big happy. There wasn't a huge transition for me to get used to my new surroundings. My brother seems to have accepted me quite easily too. I love hanging with him and he seems to always keep an eye on me. I'm not sure what life was like around here pre-me either but my parents keep letting me know how happy they are to have me here. It's awesome.
And then, mumma got strep throat. She was very sick and it wiped her out for a good week and a half. Avoiding my brother and I for a few days almost killed her. She was so sad and in so much pain. Dad really stepped up to hang out with us until she started feeling better but the house also fell apart. This was the first time in my life that I felt a little stress around here. Thankfully it was brief and we were back to our regularly scheduled program. Mumma was so worried that she would get my brother or me sick but it all worked out. Phew. Good thing she only gets sick every five years.
Happy Two Thousand Eleven! Since I'm only a month and a half old, my only resolution is to eat more. I love food. And it shows. I'm getting a thicker around the middle.
Last Thursday I went to the doctors office. All was good and fine and I had fun hanging, being weighed, being played with, being talked about... until I got a hep B vaccine in my thigh! Oh man did that hurt. Mumma said she never heard me cry that hard. Lots of blood too. The lady doctor also said I behave like a 2-3 month old because of how alert and strong I am and behave. I grew two inches and gained 3.5 lbs. Pretty impressive I thought. Time to start wearing bigger diapers and get these disposable speedos off of me!
