Monthly Archives: October 2011

For Grandma’s sisters :-)

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Hi Auntie Helen and Auntie Annie. Grandma’s been looking forward to visiting with all of you! Sounds like you’re going to have a blast in Mexico… I’ve been to Mexico once, but I was only 7 weeks in mommy’s tummy, so I don’t remember much. I sailed there in the Baha Ha Ha… mommy was feeling kinda sick and didn’t know if it was from me or the waves. Here we are in Cabo San Lucas:

Anyway, have a wonderful time together. I wish I could meet you Auntie Annie and Uncle Henry. Come see me in California any time!

Anyway, mommy wanted to show you some pics of me now. Here’s one of me doing “tummy time.” Daddy puts me on my belly every morning to strengthen my back body,  but I just squirm there… sticking my butt in the air and squishing my face into the bed. Quite frustrating. I cannot coordinate my limbs well enough to crawl. I spin on my belly or inch my way backwards, but there’s definitely no forward momentum.

Here’s me sitting in my Bumbo chair. They sit me up to eat my cereal and peas and carrots. That’s it for solid food so far (none of it is actually solid).

I’m a pro at standing. My hips wobble a bit like I’m hula hooping, but I get the basic idea. And give me a break if I wobble a bit… I live on a boat!

Moody Rudy

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I am such a Happy Baby in the morning. I fly like an eagle. I romp like a horse. I squeal like a girl. On weekends I lounge in bed with mom and dad while we drink our coffee and milk. We plan our day. I’m very chatty and they’re good listeners. I say “Ah goo, Coo, and Arrrr.” I stretch and they massage my growing limbs. It’s marvelous. Sheer joy. Daylight delight!
 
 
But 5pm is the witching hour. I begin my inconsolable crying. Mommy finally got to experience this on Sunday (Daddy’s seen it many times but she’d only heard about it).
 
 
I’m not sure why this happens to me. Maybe my body is working out the kinks. I think I’m adjusting to all the stimuli of the world. Or maybe I’m having digestive troubles. Either I have gas and that makes me cry, or I cry and swallow air and that gives me gas. Sometimes I just realize I’m no longer in the womb and that pisses me off. And it’s because everyone else can move and I can’t even roll over yet.  
 
Mommy tried everything. She put me in my vibrating chair, hoping the shimmying and noise would soothe me. She turned on the radio for white noise. She turned off all the lights and held me in a silent, dark room, and walked and rocked me. She put on loud music. She sang “You are my sunshine” 15 times.
 
The best way to please me is to take me for a walk in the stroller or Baby Bjorn (facing out). I’m always content outside. And so mommy walks 6 miles a day, and is starting to worry that her calf musles are getting too big.