Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
The Minimum Security Daycare Facility held a welcome breakfast. We met some of the inmates I'll be sharing a room with in October, and I spent some time playing with Warden Maria. She knows the "fly" game just like Dad, and she'll play it in exchange for smiles! Who would have guessed?
The other babies in my ward are all much bigger than I am. I figure that means I'll get the most flights. There are advantages to being svelte.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
My pediatrician says it's okay for me to eat solid foods now, so I've been chomping away at Dad's finger. Tasty, but tough. Spit won't dissolve it (oh, how I have tried), and without teeth, separating it from his hand is going to take a while. Seems like life's big challenges always come down to unhinging your jaw.
I'm now officially 24" long and 10 lb 6 oz. That puts me at the 45th percentile in length (up from the 20th percentile last month) and the 3rd in weight (up from the 2nd). Although I've more than doubled my weight since birth, I've still gained more inches than pounds. We ladies prefer svelte to scrawny, thank you very much.
Monday, August 24, 2009
This week's laundry contains: 1 baby bath towel, 1 woombie, 2 nightdresses, 2 hats, 2 burp cloths, 2 duckie bath sponges, 4 pairs of pants, 5 footie pajamas, 8 bibs, 8 baby blankets, 9 baby washcloths, and 19 onesies. Oh, and one changing pad cover. I'm having a baby arms race with Penelope to see who can wear the most stuff. We even have dueling diaper pails, but I'm not going there.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I started a new reflux medication, and horked my second dose all over the floor, the table, and Dad. There was a secondary benefit, too: I was so much hungrier than usual today, we had to break into the frozen milk stash. Mmm, May was a good vintage.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
We had to change concourses in Chicago on the way home. I think we landed in Gary and departed from Evanston. (Hey, is that where my cousin Evan lives?) I kept an eye on Mom and Dad's lunch. Dad kept an eye on mine.
I wanted to ride on the baggage carousel, but Dad insisted on taking me out of the carrier before getting on the plane.
Monday, August 17, 2009
While I was stuck in the crib, someone put these pillows in my usual sleeping spot on Mom and Dad's bed. At least they afford a good view.
For some reason, I slept for 7 hours straight last night. If it's this hotel room, Mom and Dad are in for an expensive few months. How long is the commute from Albany?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Although the occasion was not a happy one, I hope I was able to inject a note of hope into the weekend. It was good to meet Mom's East Coast relatives, especially the ones who wanted to hold me. Who knew there were so many aunties in the world?
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Since we're traveling, I don't have my normal, cozy bed. Instead there's this huge, mesh-sided crate for me to sleep in. Mom and Dad made me a pair of bumpers so I don't get lost; the shoe is solely to keep the bumper in place.
I'm thinking of holding a slumber party. Want to come over to my crib?
Friday, August 14, 2009
Happy zeroth birthday to Penelope, Rebecca's new sister. She's the same length as I was at birth — and two pounds heavier! I'll have to work hard to keep ahead.
She's already borrowing some of my clothes, which is only fair, since I've been wearing Rebecca's for months. But she'd better not swipe my pacifiers.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Dad took me to a NaNoWriMo write-in at Barefoot Coffee Roasters. Even though I had bare feet, they wouldn't let me roast any coffee. What's with that?
Since it's not November, and thus not NaNoWriMo, I think it was only a convenient excuse to drink $5 coffee. But I helped some people with writer's block anyway.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Everyone should have a goal in life. I can't decide on mine: either to reach the chocolate, or to beat all my friends at Nintendo. Either way, I'm now one step closer to achieving it, because I can roll from my tummy to my back (as long as someone props me up first). Skeptical? Here's proof:
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Saturday, August 8, 2009
What goes in must come out. And when it comes out so far it gets in your belly button, the only thing to do is jump into the sink for an impromptu bath. Mom, can you hand me the duckie, please?
No, no pictures. Be glad.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Since Dr. Griffin says I'm still just a skinny little thing (I prefer to call it svelte), Mom and Dad rented a scale to better track what I'm eating. Mom weighs me before and after every meal, and the scale automatically calculates the difference. Now I salivate when I hear the scale beep.
We've learned that a pair of pajamas weighs 3 oz, a onesie plus a pair of pants are 4 oz, and a diaper will hold 5 oz if I try hard.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
I've been working on broadening my horizons, and I have recently come around to a new point of view. That's right, I can sit up! (For this momentous occasion, I choose to accessorize with a full wrap-around chair.)
It is nice to be able to see my friends coming, and to take some pressure off the increasingly flattened back of my head. I get tired after a little while, though. Now I understand why grown-ups are so stiff-necked about everything.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Baconmas is that special time each year when friends get together and roast a pig. This year Ted and Vicki had a small enough pig that they used their smoker instead of the cinder-block oven, but ol' Porky was still way bigger than I am. Mom says babies survive by trading cute for food. I can tell you, that little piggy did not bring a lot of cute to the table.
A special shout-out goes to Jennifer for cuddling me most of the afternoon.