Goodbye Home

I'm a sad baby.

So you remember how I told you earlier this week that something didn't feel right and my stuff was disappearing? Well, there was reason for that (never doubt Baby's Intuition). Apparently, Mommy and Daddy put all our stuff in boxes and took it to a place called Omaha. We went there once before, but we didn't take near as much stuff. Daddy says this time we are going to live here for a while.

That got me thinking that it was an awful long way back to Daycare. Then I found out that I don't get to go back, and that makes me sad. Here is a picture of my last day (I'm the one in the mid-riff)

I mean, seriously, who am I going to hang out with all day? If Miss Ava and Miss Libby aren't there to give me bottles, I'm going to be really hungry when Mommy and Daddy get home from work. How am I going to have floor time with Emma and Avery if there is no Emma and Avery? Who is going to teach little Jayme the ropes when she gets bigger? What if I get replaced by another boy and the girls lose their majority? Who's going to change my diapers during the day... I'm going to freaking REEK.

And with Mommy and Daddy having to drive four hours to and from work every day, I'll NEVER see them.

I don't mean to dog on Omaha, but I have lived in Iowa City my whole life and have a lifetime's worth of memories there. Why do we have to leave my only home and all my friends behind?

Where's My Stuff???

Today was a really weird day. You know in the movies when the girl says something doesn't feel right? Well, that is me. I sense something big on the horizon, but I don't know what. Maybe I'm getting bumped up to No. 3 diapers or my bunny Pete is about to take another vacation to the washing machine.

First off, Mommy didn't come in and feed me early in the morning. So, when I woke up at 5:45 and didn't see any food coming, I started talking to make sure Mommy didn't oversleep. She comes in and fed me, then put me back in bed like normal.

Then, when I woke up later for my pre-daycare bottle - Mommy was still home!! After a bit, she loaded me up and took me to daycare. It was awesome because Mommy is always at work and can't take me, so I got to show her around and everything. We saw my daycare crib, my artwork on the wall, I introduced her to my friends - all that stuff. It was great having Mommy around in the morning, but I really hope she wasn't fired.

Then, after a full day of care, Daddy picks me up like normal.

But when we got home, we went in my room and I noticed something was missing. Pretty much all my stuff. There were these boxes all over, and all my shelves were bare. Apparently Mommy and Daddy (and Grandma Sara) were playing a game called "packing". The basic plot is you put all your stuff in boxes.

I don't know why they couldn't play with their own stuff.

Talkin' Back

You know how some people talk with words? I've never really been into that - I'm much more freestyle. However, I've been watching Mommy and Daddy talk for a while now and I think I have picked something up. If you use your tongue, you can get a lot more cool sounds.

So I've been working on that. Now, instead of just your basic "Aaah" and "Oooo" stuff, I'm throwing down consonants like it is going out of style.

"Ta" is a good one, but my favorite has to be "Da". The cool part is that you can string them together and form real sentences.

"Da da da da da da da da da da."

Daddy loves it when I talk, but he always tries to get me to stop after just two.

I don't get it.

Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'

So you won't BELIEVE what happened to me today. I was laying on my blanket - you know, just kickin' like usual - when I saw my keys to the left of me. (the keys don't go to anything, I just like to chew on 'em)

So I reach over... can't get 'em. So I do that thing where I bring my legs up and flip them over to the side - seeing if that can get me closer. Still can't get 'em. So I kinda push back with my neck, then bury my face in the floor.

Suddenly I feel like I'm falling, but not really falling. Next thing you know, my legs fall over, my shoulders flip and I am on my tummy with my keys right in front of me.

I TOTALLY rolled over!!!

Mommy and Daddy were watching, and they were super pumped. Daddy especially. He said it was the best Father's Day present ever.

I hope that doesn't mean he didn't like the picture frame I gave him. I made it at Daycare. They gave me a white frame, dipped my fingers in paint, then let me paint that whole thing up with all sorts of colors and put a picture of Daddy and Me in it. It was a lot of fun to do.

I'm already thinking of what colors I want to fingerpaint my room.

Dress For Success

It's been really hot here lately. So much so that Daddy started giving me some new clothes to wear.

Have you ever heard of dresses? They totally rock, and Daddy has let me wear them the last few days. They are the best things ever. It's like a really long shirt that goes down over your legs and a pair of shorts to keep you modest.

It's like you are dressed, but not wearing pants. You are free and clear, but nobody sees your diaper.

Totally the best of both worlds.

If It Aint Broke...

So, you know how eating goes, right? You cry, somebody brings you a bottle, you eat it, burp, everybody goes home happy.

Well, tonight Mommy and Daddy tried a new system, and it was ugly.

First, they put me in my Bumpo chair. Then, instead of putting the milk in a bottle, they put it in this other thing, then mixed some stuff in it that made it thicker. I'm watching this thinking that there is no way that stuff is going to come though a bottle.

Anyway, Daddy breaks out this plastic thingy, dips it in the stuff, then heads for my mouth with it.

Um, no thanks.

He was persistant, though, and just started jamming it in there. Naturally, it got all over may face, bib and onsie. This went on for about ten minutes. They thought it was hilarious.

Finally, they remembered how to do it the old way and just gave me a bottle. Why they didn't just do that from the beginning, I'll never know. Anyway, I'm glad that's over. Hopefully we will never do it again.

A Trip to Oz

We played a new game at daycare today. It is called Tornado.

It's simple really. First, they blow a loud horn, then everybody in the room has to hurry off and sit in the bathroom. Then, they blow another horn and you get to come out.

I'm not really sure how you keep score, but Jorge was my teammate and we got to sit in a crib together and they wheeled us in. I think we did good. It must be a pretty competitive game, though, because everyone got really nervous when the game started.

The cool thing about Tornado is that you can play it in any kind of weather. In fact, it was really yucky out when we played this afternoon. Raining and blowing and whatnot. It's not like baseball where you can't play unless it is nice outside.

Scalp Envy

It's no secret that I am - shall we say - follicly challenged.

Basically, I'm bald. That's fine. Hey, it's all the rage among basketball players and crazy, bottoming-out pop stars. I'll get hair eventually. No big deal, right? Mommy has hair, Daddy has hair, Emma and Avery at daycare both have hair, but they are all older than me, so no worries. I just figured babies don't have hair.

But then we saw a friend of Daddy's at the mall pushing a stroller. We pull up alongside them, and what do I see... a two week old baby with over an inch of jet black hair!!! What the Formula is up with that?

So now I am worried. I'm five months old here, and I still look like Telly Sevalas. What did Baby Rogaine do to get that mop?

I'll give it a few more months, but if I'm not rocking a mane soon, I'll look into joining one of those clubs.

Party Girl Diary

So, as I mentioned, I took a roadie with Mommy and Daddy this weekend to see my cousin Kelly get married. It was awesome. Best time I have had in weeks. Here is the low-down I promised before leaving...

- the ride back to grandma and grandpa's hasn't gotten any shorter. I can't understand why it takes so long. It only takes 5 minutes to drive to daycare everyday.

- I know I had a little "pink" tirade about a week ago, but I did have a pink dress to wear to the wedding - and it looked REALLY good. I don't mean to be one of those "look at me" girls, but I gotta be real with ya.

- Apparently when you are the new girl, everybody wants a piece of you. It was cool, because I got to meet a lot of people in a short time. It can be taxing however, having the same conversation over and over. Yes I am a big girl... yes I don't have any hair... yes I have some leg and arm rolls... yes I will probably write about this. I tried to be as polite as I could, but I had to have a system worked out with Daddy. If I was ever trapped, I would just cry and he would come pick me up.

- I'm not as young as I used to be. I remember when I used to be up til 10 pm, then up again at 2, then up at 5 ready to start the day. Man, I must be getting old because that party wiped me out. I only had one bottle, and by 8:45 my lids were drooping. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in my carseat ready to go.

- You know how grandmas have that thing attatched to thier hands that flashes light at you? Well, apparently aunts, uncles and random stragers have them too. I felt bad for Kelly and Mark, because they had somebody flashing at them all night. However, sometimes they are WAY cooler than normal. Right before we were going to leave, I start seeing all these flashes. I just assume it is more of the same, but these flashes were way up high over the lake and all kinds of different colors. They were kinda loud, but way cool.

- I think Daddy tried to slip me some diet formula on the way home, because it was clearly two scoops (or less) of powder in at least 6 oz. of water. Gee I can understand how you would forget the proper ratio of powder to water, I mean you've only mixed about five bottles a day for the last five months.