Sunday, June 15, 2008

Fathers Day Shenanigans

It was a full day. I had breakfast with Uncle Jason and said bon voyage. I went to church, which I enjoyed vastly because there was singing and moving and everyone held me the whole time. I ate with loud slurpy gusto all through the Liturgy of the Word. A nice lady, Marie, came up after Mass and invited me & Mom to join the mom group. Dad was showered with happy fathers day wishes. I was big time.

Also we had a picnic in the park. Also also we went to the PetSmart and I got a little bit of a break from being Center of Attention while people oohed and aahed my piggy, Burger. I gave Dad a card I wrote for him and also gave him Lego Indiana Jones, which looks fun. I have to really work on getting some motors skills and manual dexterity so I can join him in co-op play. I am already pretty advanced; here's a video of me sitting up in bed after a bath. Mind you, I am five weeks old today!

Thursday, June 12, 2008



I am thinking maybe this should be my bed and they can make due in the bassinet. I am, after all, growing, whereas they need some motivation to do their WiiFit every day.

Seriously, I need to get some video of them using me as the Power Ball while they yoga. A little 9 pound dumbbell is what I am to these people sometimes!

Some graphic stuff



Every time Kristin holds me, I puke on her. It's the way the world works, okay?

Kristin likes to be called Aunt Kristin. Dad says he had to call his parents' friends Mr Miller and Mrs Plasnauk. Mom's friend Shen says she was instructed to call grown ups by their first names. Djiadek's neighbor kids call him Mr John, and they call Grandma Miss Lauri. I am told these are regional customs.

Personally I am glad I can defer for a while on this, as I have yet to display any ability for verbal communication beyond basic grunts, cries, and cooing. I need some time to consider the options.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Pig Ride



Just the usual day in the neighborhood, riding my pet piggy, Burger. I actually thought this was awesome. I want to try it out of doors.

Milk milk everywhere

Now that they are feeding me from a bottle sometimes, I am noticing some confusion in the discussion of milk. "Milk" as a term refers to so much more now. There's milk in the breast, milk in the freezer, milk in the pump containers, milk in the bottle, and milk in bags in fridge. There's also milk for cereal, which has nothing to do with me. Thank heaven they are using half & half in the coffee; one less milk thing.

So you get these faux Laurel & Hardy routines in place of viable communication. To wit:

"I put the milk back in the fridge. Did she not take much?"

"No, she wasn't acting that hungry, I tried giving it to her cold."

"Well next time I'll just leave it in the bag."

"The leftover milk in the bottle?"

"No..."

"Oh, the milk from the pump?"

"No, the milk I get out of the freezer."

"Oh, you'll just leave it on the counter."

"No..."

"In the bag?"

"No, in the fridge."

"In the bottle?"

"No, in the bag, so you can warm it easier."


And so on. Mind you, this whole pumping bagging freezing thawing warming bottling process was initiated for added convenience.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Baby sock garters

They should make garters to hold up socks, for babies. Not like trashy garter belts like some late night premium cable movie. Like the kind of garters old men, and unbelievably stuffy young rich men wear.

Listen, I get cranky when my feet get cold, but I'm like 3.5 weeks old and guess what? I like to kick off the ol' booties! It's one of the few things I am capable of. Am I doing it of my own volition? Who can say, really? But one thing I know is that once it's done I am gonna whine and fuss until you put 'em back on me.

Seriously, though, if I get done posting this and find out someone really sells sock garters for newborns, I am going to crawl back into the womb. I am not ready for that world, and neither are you.