Early Bird

I got up early today so I’d have time to yell a bit before Mommy came to get me.  Just when I was about to start yelling, Mommy woke up by herself and came and got me.  She’s a sneaky mommy.

Waaaahh

Remember that story about the woman who swallowed the cat to catch the bird,  she swallowed the bird to catch the spider…?

I started teeting again, so I got a runny nose,  so I got an ear infection, so I got antibiotics, so I got diarrhea, so I got a diaper rash!  And not just normal diaper rash!  I hurts worse than anything.  Mommy said it was so bad that I was bleeding.  Now Mommy and Daddy are using some special cream.  It’s hurting less now, and I’m feeling better.  I also get some awesome grape juice called Pedialyte.  It doesn’t taste like any grape I’ve ever eaten, but it’s yummy!  Since I’m still sick, Mommy and Daddy say I can sleep late in the morning, since it wouldn’t be good to take me to the nursery.  I’ll miss the other kids, but it’ll be fun to play with Mommy and Daddy some more.

Mommy and Daddy have decided to use cotton training pants for a  while I still have a rash.  Something about helping me stay dry.  They feel cool, but they are… messy.  I think it’s somehow related to the shower curtain on the floor in the living room.  Whatever I do, I’m supposed to make sure I do NOT play over the curtain.  I’d hate to make a mess on the nice clean shower curtain.  I think the carpet is much easier to clean.  They keep testing me by returning me to the shower curtain, but I make them proud by showing that I listen and returning promptly to the carpet.

Lately I’ve been exceptionally cute.  Mommy and Daddy have insisted on lots of pictures, even enlisting Aunt Sarah and Uncle Todd to serve as photographers.  I suppose I could post some of those.  My adoring public deserves them.

One Step for a Small Man

As many of you know, I triumphed early this week.  I am now one step closer to walking, literally.  To top it off, my first step was an attempt to escape Mommy.  That will teach her to try to take stuff out of my mouth.  Victory is mine.

The past couple days, I’ve been a bit under the weather.  My nose is so runny, I have a green moustache.  It makes it difficult to breathe and eat.  Nevertheless, I refuse to let Mommy or Daddy wipe my nose and I maintain that it is a gross violation of my personal space.  And by gross, I mean gross!  Mommy says I’m teething again and that’s why I’m drooling so much right now.  Mommy keeps making me wear a bib
to keep my clothes clean.

Every night around 9:30, Mommy or Daddy wakes me up and feeds me so I won’t get hungry and want a midnight snack.  A week or so ago, they tried skipping it.  Boy, was I angry around 11PM when I woke up with a rumbly belly!  I explained to them, in no uncertain terms, that it was a bad idea, and I demanded immediate sustenance.  They haven’t tried skipping it again since then.  I think I got my point across.  I’ll have them trained yet.

This weekend, Mommy, Daddy, and I are going to visit Grandmama and Grandpa.  Aunt Sarah and Uncle Todd are supposed to be there too.  My goal for the weekend: to not let my feet or bottom touch the floor.  I think with the assistance of Aunt Sarah and Grandmama, I’ll succeed.  Wish me luck!