So, I’m getting stronger every day and I’m really starting to get the hang of using these here arms and legs of mine! My latest discovery is that you can use your arms to push up onto your knees, so that your tummy is off the floor and you actually get some height! I’ve managed to get a couple of wobbly crawls forward so far, but I’m more busy trying to pull up onto everything I can! I can pull myself up onto my knees by grabbing onto my big brother’s bed cover, I can try to hurdle the bottom rung of our dining table chairs, and I’m working on pulling up to the couch! I’m super fast and will climb a lap as soon as it’s available, and boy oh boy am I having fun getting into all the places I’m not supposed to! I love to hang out under the table, crawl under the bouncy bouncy, and try to sneak into the kitchen or up the stairs. But - denied! My folks have put up these wooden things they call ‘gates’, and they’re like see-through force fields that keep you at bay from your desired destination! They’re pretty sneaky, these ‘rents of mine. But they seem to like tickling and kissing me, so I’ll guess I’ll stick around here for a while longer (at least until I can walk!).
Hi everyone! For some time now, my grandpa Cappy has been taunting me with the nickname “Toothless Poopypants”. Well, he can no longer call me that! Last Thursday (June 21, if we’re keeping strict records) morning, my daddy thought I was chewing on something I shouldn’t be, and swiped a finger in my mouth to fish whatever it was out before it could hurt me. Imagine his surprise when he found I was actually working over my first tooth! (Well, I guess it wasn’t THAT big a surprise, as all babies eventually grow teeth, apparently, but I sure had been taking my sweet time getting around to that particular milestone!). Anyway, yup I’ve got my first real chomper on the bottom rung, and so far it’s been ok. No real issues with crying/drooling and all that. Mommy bought me some teething gel and we haven’t had to use it (yet). But I sure am chewing on everything I can get my little mouth on! So watch out! (heh)
Hey, now that I have a tooth, can I FINALLY start eating some of that grownup food that everyone else gets to have? I’ve gotten to have licks of my mom’s apple core, and mashed up stuff of my own, but where’s my burrito, dagnabit?
Hi everyone! Well, on Friday my mommy took me to see Dr. Handelsman for my checkup, and the good news is that I am very healthy! The bad news is, I got two shots. Yuck! But I was brave and afterwards Mommy cuddled me and I even got a cool Bugs Bunny bandage! So…I am now 19 pounds exactly (I gained over 2 pounds since my last visit!), and I am now 28 1/2 inches long (a gain of an inch and a quarter). That’s 90th percentile for height, which means I will probably be a tall little guy like my big brother. Cool, huh? We’ll be able to get stuff down off the shelf for our mom!
I am also getting really good at this sitting up thing, if someone helps position me first. However, I am also trying to learn to sit up on my own from a laying down position. So far, what I’ve managed is to perfect a very good imitation of the ‘cheesecake’ photos from the ’50s - I lay on my side with my chin resting on my crooked arm, and I bend one leg, just so. Looking good, eh? Have a good week!
PS: I am discovering that there is a very funny monster named Elmo, and I think I would like to get to know him better. Mommy has a balloon of his head that she got for her birthday, and whenever I see it I flail my arms and get a HUGE grin on my face and try to talk to him! He just seems like a friendly sort!
Hi everyone! It’s been a while since I rapped at ya, but I’ve been hecka busy learning new skillz and growing bigger and stronger every day! I have a check-up next Friday - I wonder if I’ve hit 6 feet tall yet?
Anyway - one of the things I’ve been working on is learning this whole grownup-as-a-second-language deal (GSL), and I’m getting pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. Last night, after my mommy had put my big brother to bed and settled me into my carseat so I could keep her company while she ate her dinner, I decided that I should try out some of my new-found phrases and attempt to engage her in conversation. So, I used the word I’m most proud of: “Phhhhhbbbbb!!!”. The trick to this particular phrase is that you need to make sure you include lots of spittle as you blow the raspberry, and then immediately follow it up with a great big broad and gummy smile, with your eyes squinched up. Mom luckily got the message right away, and said “Phhhhhbbbb!!!” right back at me. So I repeated, and then she did the same. This went on for about 10 minutes, until Daddy came home and I got him into the conversation as well. Sometimes I varied with “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” (envision a squeaky teradactyl screeching), and they echoed back with this, too. We chatted for about 20 minutes total, and then I got tired and decided it would be more interesting to gaze up lovingly at the Elmo balloon that Decker got Mommy for her birthday.
When I’m not discussing world events with the ‘rents, I am busy busy busy tearing around the living room on my elbows and knees! I’m a mobile little guy, and there is a LOT of stuff to explore out there! Every once in a while I attempt to get up onto my knees and get my tummy off the ground, but most of the time it’s easiest just to scootch around on my belly super quickly. Mommy keeps trying to get me to sit up, which I can do but it’s not very interesting because then you don’t go anywhere! So mostly I humor her, give it a few seconds, and then keel over face first to continue on my merry way. One of my favorite places to try and explore is my bedroom floor, which I get to do when Mommy is reading Decker his bedtime stories or if she is putting away laundry. But, I’ve found this awesome forbidden territory and no matter WHAT I try, she will not let me under there - it’s the underside of Decker’s bed! He’s got great toys hidden under there, and I like to crawl under and get wedged and then bonk my head and cry. But for some reason Mommy doesn’t think this game is fun, and keeps putting the kibosh on it when I make my attempts. Oh well, she’s very tired - I’m sure I’ll wear her down soon enough and then I’ll just crawl under there while she falls asleep hanging up sweaters or something.
Have a great weekend everyone!