Here are a few from March 23

I’m working on being able to fit my whole fist in my mouth.  Daddy likes to point out that I make fists wrong, and I have to move my thumb outside of the fist.  I like the thumb inside the fist, though, it feels comfy.

Power to the small, immobile people!

…and finally, it’s not all about me.  Here’s a picture of mommy…

and me.

Peace out brothers and sisters.

-CPE

Here are three more from early March.

March 7: Sometimes I sleep with my hands like this.

March 16: “Hey, who’s that handsome guy?” Staring at myself in the mirror.

March 16: A goofy face for everyone out there.

Peace out , brothers and sisters.

-CPE

There are things that I have to deal with that, if I could talk, I’d complain about.

Mommy and daddy move me around a lot when I’m not paying attention.  I can’t tell you how often I fall asleep in one place and wake up in another.  It’s disconcerting and sometimes scary.  Sometimes, when I wake up, I have no idea where I am! It’s like it’s some sort of game for them.  I fall asleep on their lap in the living room, and I wake up in my swing in the bedroom. I fall asleep in the car, and I wake up at great grandpa’s house, or the supermarket, or Target, or at daycare, or god knows where else. Ugh!

Sometimes, when I’m asleep, mommy (and to a lesser extent, daddy) gets scared that I’m dead and feels that waking me up is the best possible course of action. What? I’m asleep! It’s what I do! I’m a baby! Leave me alone! My solution to this has been to just not go back to sleep, and to torture mommy and daddy by crying.  That seems to have decreased the  frequency with which it happens.  Mommy actually caught it on pixels (not film), though one time! What was she thinking?

Clearly, I’m asleep. This is one of my typical sleeping positions – hands tucked by my sides, under my hips, and the most obvious sign, EYES SHUT!

Okay, now I’m awake, and obviously, stunned!  Notice the giant mommy hand in the lower right corner, poking me! POKING! Is that considered proper behavior in the adult world? Come on!

I’m out. Gotta go listen to “Stay Up Late” by the Talking Heads.

-CPE

Daddy’s finally been doing something constructive with his time. Here are some more February photos.

Feb 24th: laughin’ and swingin’.

Yes, I’m a hot tomato. But I’m skittish and you startled me.

I love my mobile! I’d hug it if I could.

That’s all daddy’s done with.

Baby power!

-CPE

Still on Feb 18th, though now in a different outfit…

Whoa! Extreme close up!

The onesie says “I might be little, but I think big”

I might be pooing in this picture.

I stick my tongue out at you!

-CPE

Here are some from February.

This one is from February 8th.  Those are rattles on my socks. Mommy likes those.

Feb 18th. Loungin’ in the swing.

Boo! (Feb 18th)

More to come.

-CPE

Ugh, I’ve been ill lately.

It started back in late February or the beginning of March.  I got a cold, probably at daycare.  I started sneezing, then coughing, then I got a stuffy head.  Mommy and daddy were worried about me, so they took me to the doctor.   I went there a few times.  Mommy and daddy got some medicine to give me.  I guess daddy thought it was strange – he said that it’s weird that they can’t just treat my cold because I’m a kid, so they treat the individual symptoms.  First, I got this stuff that mommy and daddy put in a little machine that turned it to fog.  They held a tube near my face and I inhaled the medicine.  It took about 15 minutes every time they did it.  Sometimes, I slept through it.  Other times, I cried through it. So that was supposed to, and did, clear up my chest.

Then the nose snot came.  Mommy and daddy gave me saline nose drops to clear my nose, but that only worked temporarily.  Then they had to stick a thing up my nose to suck the snot out. I hated that, and screamed every time. Keep in mind that I don’t breathe through my mouth.  Every time I tried to eat (drink), I was battling the stuffed nose, which made it really difficult.  This also made mommy and daddy crazy.

Then, at the end of April, I got some other kind of sickness.  Thankfully, this one only lasted a day.  When I came home from daycare on Wednesday I ate, then threw up.  I spit up a lot, but this one had some power behind it.  I did the same thing later that night. Mommy thought I was sick.  Daddy thought it was just normal.  Mommy dropped me off at daycare Thursday morning and before she was out of the parking lot, I threw up all over Miss Nilda.  She came out into the parking lot and told mommy that I was sick and kicked me out of daycare until I was better. Mommy called the doctor and got an appointment for me for later that morning.  Daddy came and picked me up and took me to his office.

At daddy’s office, I slept a little, then pooed in my diaper.  Daddy smelled it and changed me.  Then I sat on daddy’s lap while he did some work on the computer.  I pooed again.  This time, it was a big one.  Daddy smelled that one, too, and so he changed me again.  When he opened my diaper, he started choking and made a gross face.  I could feel the poo up my back.  It was wet.  Daddy took my diaper off and started cleaning me up.  I felt funny, but I couldn’t tell him.  Then I pooed again – another big one.  This time, though, since I didn’t have a diaper on, it went free.  I felt better. Daddy said something I didn’t understand and looked like he was going to cry.  He ran and got paper towels.  It took him a lot of wipes and paper towels and time to clean me up.

After I was all clean, daddy took me to the doctor. Mommy met us there.  The doctor said that I had a virus, and it would go away in a few days.  I went home with mommy and daddy went back to work.  I only had one more bad poo after that.  The next day, I felt a lot better.  The virus must have been gone.  I’m glad it only lasted a little over a day.  I think mommy and daddy are, too.

I feel better now.

Daddy has a whole bunch of pictures of me that he has to fix so I can post them. Hopefully, he’ll get on that.

Baby power y’all!

-CPE