I Give Up

Wow, I really didn't think it would turn out this way.

I've told you before about this new kind of feedings Daddy has been pushing on me, right? Well, I figured if I just kept closing my mouth and refusing to go along, he would get tired of it and quit. Not so much, apparently.

Every day, Daddy comes at me with the gooey stick. He just wouldn't give up. I just kept my trap shut, but then he got tricky. He would make a funny face so I would laugh, then as soon as I opened my mouth to giggle - "HMMPH" - mouth fulla goo.

Next time, he would sing a song, and as soon as I opened my mouth to sing along "HMMPH". Then I would see my friend Sophie walk by the bumpo and I would be all like "Hey Soph-'HMMPH'". Always there with the stick of goo.

But then I kinda realized something... that goo doesn't taste all that bad. And there are different kinds of goo. Some called Applesauce, some called Sweet Potatoes, some called Peas.

So I finally relented. Daddy wins. I'll open my mouth and eat off the stick. It's kinda fun, too, because even though he doesn't need to anymore, Daddy still makes me laugh when we eat. And he sings the Applesauce Song.

Coppertone Schmoppertone

Had a big weekend. Grandpa Michael and Grandma Sara were in town, so we were all over the place. Best of all, we got to go swimming again. This time, we were the only ones there, so I got to rule the waves in my crab.

One problem with going to the pool, however, is that junk Mommy always smears all over me before we go.
I don't get it. It's not like I have to get that stuff when I take a bath. Just going to the pool.

It's sticky and stinky and it tastes like something Big Bird would leave on the hood of your car.

But then again, if I gotta have it to go to the pool, I say "Smear On"!!

Off My Schedule

Man, today was one of those really weird days. From the very beginning, it was all off.

First, Mom woke me for my breakfast same as always. But when I was done, she didn't put me back to bed. She gave me to Daddy, who was up for some reason. He put me in the car (still in my pajamas, mind you - the mice ones in case you were wondering) and we followed Mommy in her car.

We ended up at some place called "The Shop", where apparently they sell broken cars, because they were everywhere. After a bit, we piled into one car and drove Mommy to work. Somewhere along the line I fell asleep, because when I woke up Daddy and I were home and he had got McDonald's breakfast. Naturally, he didn't get anything for me. I coulda used some McFormula.

Anyway, we then went to the gym WAAAY earlier than usual, and Daddy still let me stay in my PJs. Casual Wednesday, I guess. Then I took an early nap, and for the rest of the day, my schedule was all off. There was a point where I went almost FIVE HOURS between lunch and dinner, because as soon as I was up from my afternoon nap (that begun WAY late) we had to go get Mommy at work again and do the whole process in reverse.

By the time we got home, I was so hungry I wolfed down some sweet potatoes. Mommy didn't even have to trick me into laughing so I would open my mouth.

New Friend

I saw Jackson at the workout room today, but he didn't have much to say to me.

Boys.

Oh well, it doesn't matter to me. I have a new friend - Sophie.

When we lived in Iowa City, we didn't interact much, but now we're becoming buddies. I don't know if I have earned her respect or it's just a lack of options, but we have been showing a lot more interest in each other.

We have this thing where when I'm having floor time with Daddy, she will come right up to us. I respond by grabbing her fur, and she doesn't scratch my eyes out. It's a great game. Every time I see her, I smile and laugh just thinking about it.

Apparently, she won't play the same game with Daddy, because he says if he did the stuff I did to Sophie, she would come after him like a wolverine. But Sophie always lets me touch her fur and rubs her tail against me.

Need a New Plan

So, I threw my first toy-related fit today.

Daddy picked me up from the floor (which was fine) while I was playing with my frog that says "ribbit" when you poke him in the tummy. Good times.

Anyway, I held on to it when he picked me up, but when Daddy stood up he took the frog away from me, despite the fact that I was clearly playing with it, and put it back on the floor.

I was flabbergasted. Why would he do that? So I figured to do the only thing I could do. I cried. Hard.

I assumed Daddy was such a softy that he would bend down and get my frog for me.

Not so much.

In fact, he just took me into my crib and put me down for a nap. I gotta get a new plan, cuz that one didn't work out at all.

Trey Bien

After a couple weeks (maybe more) of squeezing into No. 2 diapers, we finally used up all of them and have moved on the No. 3s.

All I can say is it's about freaking time. Those No. 2s were barely keeping in my No. 2s. Any longer and they were going to be baby thongs.

Aside from that, not much else happening. I decided to cut Daddy a little slack with the new feeding style today. You know, that applesauce stuff isn't that bad. It's got something in it I have never had before. Daddy said it is called "flavor".

Kinda nice.

Rollin' Back

Apparently all that time in the workout room with Daddy is paying off.

This morning, I was down on the floor like usual. I rolled from my back to my tummy, but instead of hollering for Daddy to flip me back, I decided to take matters in my own hands. I mustered up all my strength and started rocking back and forth until I was on my back again.

Yup, I rolled over, then rolled right back. Next stop - crawling.