Archive for May, 2008

Crawling is for Wussies

This evening, I scooch scooched backwards on the living room floor. The significance of this Swiffer move is that for the most part, I have been refusing to crawl or enjoy an iota of tummy time. I…want…to…run!! But since I had no pants or socks on this evening, I had better traction on the hardwood floors. It was fun scooching backwards for about 2 minutes, then I burst out crying. I really prefer being upright.

Real Estate Romp

It was supposed to rain today. But the weatherman messed up again, and my lazy Sunday (not to be confused with all my other lazy days) turned into another romp through open houses. I was so looking forward to chilling out, but nooooo… Dad and Mom have this crazy obsession with real estate. I’ve already been to a lot of open houses, and frankly, they’re not that fun. All the apartments look similar, that’s what you get with most new construction. I don’t like the ones that don’t have elevators, because I usually get stuck downstairs waiting. Go away social services, I’m not waiting alone , duh. One of the ‘rents will stay with me and make stupid cooing noises to keep me happy. I did see a few buildings with swimming pools (hooray for splishy splashy!), and the renderings also included a children’s playroom. Those seem like a lot of fun. But I’m only 8 months old, I don’t think I want to move yet. I’m just getting familiar with my new home outta the womb.

Sleep, Play, Eat

Today was a pretty mellow day. I woke up early, around 7am. But Mom and Dad were lazy butts and didn’t come play with me. So I just laid in my crib, babbled for 1/2 hour or so, and then went back to sleep. My 2 naps were great too.

Rest is good, since I’m walking a lot. No, not really walking by myself yet. I keep trying to let go of Dad or Mom’s hands, but with no luck. They’ve got some strong paws. Since I can’t shake them yet, I’ll just try to run them tired. I love running around and babbling at the same speed.

Also, can I just tell you how sick I am of Gerber tender peas? I poured on the tears and snot (even blew a snot bubble from my nose – cool!) when Mom fed me peas this morning. She tries to be strict, but I break her pretty easily. Usually one teardrop is enough to make her cave in and give me the milk bottle. Ah, my sweet milky milk beats stinky peas any day. Dad, on the other hand, is not so easy to break. He just mocks me. It’s hard for me to not break a smile at his imitations of me, but I try to keep the “have pity on me” face.

Pop Rocks

Hooray! My dadada comes home tonight from LA. He’s been traveling a lot this year. Something about bacon and new shoes. I do not really know what either are. But who cares, he’s coming home! I miss him when he’s on the road. Soon I’ll get to hear the funny noises he makes when I grab his chest hair, or when I kick him in the nuts. Yay!