Monthly Archives: July 2012

A Few Fun-Filled Firsts

This past weekend was a fun-filled weekend of firsts.  There was my fist time in a swimming pool, my first trip to the library, my first sumo wrestler style ponytail, and my first time meeting my cousins from Colorado.

My First Swim
Unlike my baths, this water experience was not so pleasant.  We took a trip to the local recreation center for a swim on a 90-degree day.  The water however was too cold, there were too many strange people around me, and there was waaay too much noise.  Everyone else seemed to be having a good time.  Especially one little girl who was getting pretty cozy with my mommy.  I had to give her the look that said, “Get your own mother, this one’s taken!!”  So, my assessment of the swimming pool on the baby scale of drool-worthy to poopy: POOPY

My First Library Visit
I really enjoy a good storytime, be it at home during wind down time or at school during circle time.  But who knew there existed a place of just books!?! Books and books and more books! (Or as I like to call them, teeth sharpeners!) And I got to get out of the stroller and walk around like a big kid.  (Let that be a lesson to all you babies: you start walking like a big kid and they’ll treat you like a big kid!)  Another thing I liked about this library was, unlike the pool, it was quiet.  You could really gather your thoughts in a place like this.  Personally, I was thinking, what’s going on with my  hair?  Which leads me to…

My First (Sumo) Ponytail
I’ve heard the talk about my hair and how it makes me look like an old man, with the far back hairline and the bald spots.  Often, people will suggest that mommy cut my hair.  To her, that first haircut symbolizes the end of babyhood and the beginning of toddlerville.  And you KNOW mommy is not ready for that!  So she decided to play around with it and put it in a ponytail where the majority of my hair is…in the middle of my head, hence the sumo wrestler style (which daddy calls “top knot“).  There has been quite a strong reaction to it too.  Some good, some not so good.  And it was while rockin’ the top knot that I….

First Met My Cousins
These people must really be special, at least that’s the impression I got.  Mommy screamed and squealed with delight when she saw them.  I guess our families were super close before they moved out of state.  So far I’ve noticed they make mommy and daddy laugh (yay!); but they keep taking us swimming (boo!)  They keep wanting to hold me (yay!) But they’re also really loud (boo!)  I haven’t all the way figured them out yet, so I’m keeping a close eye on them…for now, I’ll give them a potential drool-worthy status.

There was some other stuff that happened this weekend, but I slept through it.  Doing it all is exhausting!  Until next time, tell me about your baby firsts in the comments.

Cribs Are For Suckas

I’ve spent my whole life (all of 10 months) cuddled in between the two people who love me the most in the whole world.  I relish the warmth and security I feel knowing I have protectors on either side of me.  Plus, I have midnight snacks at the ready by way of ta-ta milk-my favorite!  So why on God’s green earth do they keep trying to put me in that box, a.k.a “the crib”?  I HATE it!

There’s nothing appealing to me about sleeping alone in a rectangle of reclusiveness.  Just the thought of it sends me over the edge, which is why I scream bloody murder whenever I get too close to it.  They call it “my bed.” What I’ve tried to communicate to them is that I have a bed and that’s not it.  It’s called “our bed” and it doesn’t have bars surrounding it.  And the room where this square of solitude is in can’t be all that great because my big sister is always running away and sneaking into our bed.  Because that’s the place to be!  Our bed is where we have fun family time, read books and sing songs and then have wind down time.  The fact that they’re trying to kick me out leads me to believe they have a secret that they’re not telling.  Well, I’ve got news for them.  I’m no sucka…I’m not going anywhere!!

I Got the Cooties


I don’t feel good.  I’ve been hot and uncomfortable the past 3 days.  Today, mommy took me to the doctor-lady, who tickled my ears, put a stick down my throat, and declared I had hand, foot, mouth disease, technically known as the coxsackie virus.  (I don’t know which name is worse, so I call it “the cooties”.)  Apparently, doctor-lady has seen lots of babies and cooties lately, and mom said that’s why all of my friends have been suspiciously absent from school the last couple of weeks.

As evidence that I may be down but not out, despite having “the cooties” I learned how to wave bye bye today!  I was moving my wrist up and down when mommy burst into her familiar smiles and applause saying, “are you waving bye bye????” Why yes Mother, I guess I am!!  The more I moved my hands, the more she said bye bye, like the two go together.  I tried to say bye bye too, but what came out was more of the da-da variety.  So I’ve got the hands and the feet, but I still need to work on the mouth.  Maybe after I get over “the cooties”……..