Pooped Little Man

Some of you may or may not know but I went a few days without a dirty diaper. I will spare you the details. A boy has to retain some dignity after all. My mom has already told enough people to embarrass me for years. I can't believe how much she and my other family talked about it. Its funny how adults are so uncivilized as to talk about poop for hours and hours. I thought adults had lots of adult and fancy things to talk about like oil spills, clinton weddings, Brett Favre's retirement status, Lady Gaga and her exploits, politics and religion. Instead my mommy spent phone calls and Dr's visit talking about the last time I pooped and what it looked like. I may not be the most mature dude around but I think that is kind of lame. Oh well I will have to teach them more cultured things to talk about.

( These pictures are of me right after I finally went. I will admit it was a relief!)

Those Who Love Me: My Brother and My Sister

I may have been the first time my mommy had a baby, but I am not an only child. You see my crazy parents adopted two puppy dogs about a year before I was born. They told me they went to the kennel to adopt one dog but they shared a pen and my parents fell in love with both and took them both home. So these are my siblings. They both love me a lot. When someone new comes over they both protect me, but we are all very different. I was thinking about how different I am from them. Does everyone feel like their siblings are so different from them, or is it just me? Here are my thoughts:

Ways We are Different

- I feel the urge to go to the bathroom, I just go but they walk outside and go to the bathroom. That seems kind of primitive to me. Maybe I will teach them my tricks.

- I get my food directly from the source. Nice fresh made for me everyday. They insist on eating from a bag and can.

- They seem to like to lick everything they encounter (including me). I might like to do that but don't have great enough mobility or control of my head.

Ways We are Alike

- We all love to sleep and can do it anywhere. They sleep on couches and floors and I sleep in cribs and on parents.

- We all love to be around Mommy and Daddy. Bailey follows mommy everyplace and I hate when she leaves me.

- Mommy and Daddy both love us a lot.

I hope we can learn a lot from one another and I can't wait until I can chase them around....

Those Who Love Me: My Doctors

Now you might be thinking to yourself... "What the doctors? Thats the best that kid can come up with. What about all the other people in his life?" Well I am young and free to make a few mistakes once in a while. Some of you may know that I had/have a valve that is supposed to close in babies but mine didn't close. This caused me to spend some time in the NICU. While I was there many people cared for me. Basically doctors and I have a long history.

Today I went in for my 1 month checkup with the pediatrician. He was a very nice guy, he cuddled with me and and even gave me a kiss for good luck when I left. He might not love me like my mommy and my daddy, but he cared for me and looks out for me. I think that is another kind of love, caring for someone and wanting what is best for them. So in that way he loves me well. While he was examining me he also made me think about a few things. Let me explain for all of you who weren't there (which would be everyone except my mom).

He put me on my tummy to test how strong my head was getting. I lifted up my head and he was pretty impressed, telling my mom that I had a strenth of 2 month old. Did you hear that 2 month old? That means I am twice as strong as I should be. I acheived strength of my neck twice as fast as I should have. I am progressed at twice the speed of other people. This is pretty cool, I'm pretty advanced. At this rate I could be talking in months, crawling in a few months, walking at 5 months, reading at 2 years and atending kindgerarten. I could drive a car in 8 years, graduate high school at 9, get married in my teens, have kids in my teens, and retire by 30. Wow my life is flying by......

Wait, I don't want it to fly by so fast. I want to just be 1 month old snuggled in my mommy's arms. I want to enjoy where I am now and how old I am now. Life is nice the way it is right now. I don't need it to go by any faster. All those other things will come in due time!

(these are pictures of me at the doctors office today)

Those Who Love Me: My Mommy

Well besides my Daddy, my Mommy is the other person that I see all the time. Here are a few pictures of her though they are not that flattering. She did just have me after all. I hear that is not great on a person's body. My mom and I have a pretty long history together. Let me tell you our story....

Once upon a time there was a lady named my Mom. She was married to my Dad and they had two puppy dogs. They were pretty happy living in my house. Then one day I took up residence in her belly. I hung out there for 9 months, going everywhere she went. I went to gym at 5 am and high school all day (I have already taken high school classes). I seem to remember a lot about Geometry. I can't wait till I get to that class someday that will be an easy grade. After 9 months she apparently did not want me there anymore. She kicked me out in a very dramatic fashion. I was then in a really cold and strange world and have been getting used to it. Mommy makes it easier though. She feeds me when I'm hungry, holds me when I am lonely and remember my days in her belly, and she talks to me. That is the story of my Mommy and I . The story doesn't have much to it because our story together has just begun. I hear mommies stay around for a while and teach you lots of things and love you a lot. I can't wait to see what my mommy and I will learn from each other. We already love each other.

Those Who Love Me: My Daddy

After some deep thought at the computer (as pictured in previous post), I have come up with something to write about. I am going to write about the important people in my life. I'm going to entitle the series "Those Who Love Me". Each post will be about one person in my life who loves me. Today I begin the series with a blog about my Dad.

The picture above is of my Dad and I one morning taking a nap. This was after a long night of hanging out. You can't tell from this picture but everyone calls me little Ray. His name is Ray incase you don't know my Dad. Apparently people didn't get the memo that my name isn't Ray or they just think that I look like him. I guess it's not that bad to look like him. I hope I can be like him too. In our short time together I have noticed several things about him as my Daddy...

1) He loves to hold me. He goes away for long periods of time (my mom refers to this time as work, I guess I will learn about this later) and when he comes home not matter how sleepy he looks he always holds me. I feel pretty lucky to have him want to be with me.

2) He loves to laugh. I have done some pretty funny things to my dad so far. I have dirtied 5 diapers in a row at 2 am, peed on my own face while he was changing me, peed on him, pooped on him and peed & pooped on him at the same time. Every time he never seems mad or cries, but instead laughs and usually runs and tells mommy with a smile on his face.

3) He loves my Mommy. When mommy is tired he changes and burps me. When mommy is hungry and feeding me, he brings her food. He takes care of her and she takes care of me. Its pretty cool.

4) We are going to have fun playing together. I can't do much yet, though I am working on it. Even though I am not that much fun, he still plays with me. He holds me and lets me kick my legs. Someday I bet he will teach me lots of other games.

5) He is proud to be my Dad. Whenever we go places and people ask him about being a Dad he says that he loves it. If they say how cute I am he just looks at me with pride and smiles. Its pretty cool to have someone be proud of you when you haven't done anything. I hope I can live up to his pride in me.

Writer's Block

This is me trying to think of something to write about. I am stumped about what to write about. There isn't much going on in my life these days. What is a boy to write about when these are the activities of his life.....

1) Sleep. I do this whenever I please. Mom and Dad think they can make a schedule for me, but boy do I have them fooled. I like to party in the wee hours of the morning and sleep during the morning time. I basically get to do this whenever I want, but that's nothing too exciting to write about.

2) Eat. Again I do this whenever I want to. All I have to do is cry really loud or make my lips into a fishy shape and they seem to get the hint....I want food.

3) Make dirty diapers. Again I do this whenever I please. Are you seeing a trend yet? It's my personal goal to poop so much I bust out of the diaper. A boy has to dream big right? Well I have done it now two times. I'm getting good. I hear practice makes perfect so I am practicing a lot.

4) Staring off into space. I am just starting this one. Basically I just look at random things. I especially like lights and ceiling fans. I'm pretty fascinated by these things. I'm not sure what they are about. I will let you know what I learn from looking at them.

5) Cuddling with my mom and dad. We often snuggle which then often leads to activity number one on the list. And so the cycle continues....

So there you have it not much happens in my everyday. So if you have ideas of things I could write about, send them my way!

Watch Out Ladies

My grandma's friend sent me a gift in the mail the other day. I think because I am so cute people like to send me stuff. It's pretty cool. The gift I received the other day was a sheep skin rug. I wasn't really sure what to think of it at first. It was not like anything I had seen before. I am in love with it now. Its very warm and snuggly and I think I look pretty cute on it. Fabio eat your heart out and ladies watch out. I am pretty freaking cute.

Teacher's Kid

So this is what its like to be the son of a teacher. Mom starts reading to you when you are only 3 weeks old. She got out a bunch of books form my room and read them to me and surrounded me with them. I guess if I am going to have a Blog I should learn to read what it is I am writing. She is pretty good at the reading thing. She looked at these funny symbols and pictures all over them. From those she was able to tell me lots of stories. There was one book about this place called Maine and some blueberries and a girl. One was about saying goodnight to all these different things. Another story she told me was about these funny characters that are kind of people but really animals. They are all funny bright colors and live on the same street. When I get big maybe my mom will take to that Sesame Street place. Until then hopefully my mom will tell me more stories about that place and eventually teach me to read. I can't wait to learn to read, though I think I have some time. I am only 3 weeks old. In time I am sure it will be one of many things she and my dad teach me.

Tummy Time

The nurse that came to visit me a couple times after I came home told my mom that I need to be on my tummy for a few minutes a day so I can get strong. I guess this is like my gym time. Have to get in shape and work on those muscles. When my mom put me on my tummy though I was just so comfortable I fell asleep. Do you think I can get strong from taking a 2 minute nap on my tummy?

Sleepy Baby

Well I have found my new hobby. Sleeping. I like it a lot. Last night I slept a solid 5 hours. My mom even had to wake me up this morning to feed me. I can't believe she woke me up. Sleeping is just so wonderful! So far Milk and Sleeping are my favorite things about life. Here I am sleeping with my brother and sister (Bailey and Sadie) Bailey is off to the side. He didn't make it into the picture.

When I was done napping my mom changed my diaper and my clothes. While she was doing this decided to have a little photo shoot of me. I felt so violated. This is what it must feel like for Lindsey Lohan when she tries to leave the house (though she won't be doing that for a while I hear). All the paparazzi taking your picture all the time. Enjoy!

Cow Appreciation Day

Today was cow appreciation day at the Chick-fil-a. So in true fashion of my mom, she took one of my white onesies and some black fabric and made me a cow costume. You are never too young for public humiliation. So we went to the Friendly center and visited my Dad. He is pretty cool and was really busy. There were tons of cows there at the Chick-fil-a. I was fascinated by all the silly looking people. Some people had no shirts on, just body paint. Some people had things taped and painted all over themselves. I wonder if this is normal......

Here are a few pictures of me as a cow in my first weeks of life.

And so it Begins

A friend of my moms stated that I was going to be her greatest adventure thus far. So in honor of my mom and her friend I am going to start writing about my adventures and how I have changed my mom's life. Many of the people who love me are also very far away so here is a way for them to keep up with all that I am up to. I am also working on learning how to upload pictures to this website. My goal is by 3 weeks I will be able to upload pictures to a blog and hold my head up.

So my mom and I had an adventurous day yesterday. It was one of those days that hit you like a ton of bricks ( I did my best to add to the fun as well). So here is what happened in our day:

1) We took Sadie to the vet and were there for a long time. The good news is my big canine sister is all better.

2) Went to the dealership to drop off my mom's car because the door is broken and its hard to get me in and out of the car. They decided to hold our car overnight to get some very expensive part.

3) We were picked up by mommies friend where I had some lunch and mom had some lunch.

4) At home we were napping and when we woke up my sister Sadie had torn apart and devoured a bed pillow. Leaving the stuffing everywhere. It looked like fun. I might try that one when I get bigger.

5) When the in home nurse came, my mom was changing my diaper for her, and I decided to make my mark on the day. I shot a gush from my diaper hitting my mom and the couch.

6) Then after dinner mom and dad decided to give me a bath and thats when I decided the real fun should start. At the end of my bath they will looking all googilie eyed at me and how cute I was. I realized that was my moment to strike. I shot a stream of pee all over myself. So they started washing me again. When they were done dad put me in my mom's arms all wrapped up in the cute hooded towel that someone gave them. As she cuddled me, I let one loose in the towel. Pooping all over myslef......and so bath time started all over again.

So there was our day. Stay tuned for our next adventures.