The Mighty Baby

Mommy been sick with the coughing-sneezells all weekend, so my silly pop has been taking care of me.  Now, I think I’m not supposed to have fun unless mom is there to see me smile, so don’t tell her how much I laughed and smiled this weekend with dad!  He’s so silly!

I’ve been walking a lot lately, with some help from the big people. I heard that my pops walked around 8-1/2 months and my mom was also an early walker. So hopefully I’ll be racing around on my own soon. Tonight, after mom popped me up onto the bed rails, I stood all by myself for about 10 minutes! Then I fell down and go boom.

I had my first piece of steak tonight. Here I am, gumming away. Mmm mmm good!

Moms everywhere rock! Here I am, unwinding after a day of celebrating with all my relatives. Had a great time, and I got more presents than anyone else. And I’m not even a mom!

My Dad is the awesomest. He gave Mom a Flip video camera for her very first Mother’s Day. It’s so easy to use, that she’ll actually edit and post videos of me! And if she gets lazy (which is likely), it’s so easy to use that I can film and post videos myself. Because I’m so smart like that. Here I am tonight, up way past my bedtime.

Dad took me to the doctor for my 8 month well visit today.

Height: 27.3in

Weight: 15lb 14oz

Head circumference: 43.5cm

2 Vaccination shots, ow-ee! DTaP+ and PCV

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.

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.

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.