Farmer's Market

Woo hoo, Mums took me on an outing today! In the car I saw my favorite Red Dot store. But we didn't go there. Instead, we went to the jungle - trees, flowers, fruits, vegetables, AND giants. Tons and tons of giants walking around. Some even peeked in on me showing me their teeth. Weirdos.

Look, but don't touch.

I was tired. I was suppose to nap before my car ride, but I just couldn't. I was so excited to ride and relax in my comfy bright green car loveseat. I wanted to take a quickie nap in the jungle, but the giants were scary. Especially the weirdos. So I kept my eyes open to be on alert!

The giants were also noisy.

How much is this?
I'll take this.
Come over here.
Go over there.

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

There was noise everywhere! How can a person take a quickie nap when there's so much noise in the jungle? Not me.

Mums would leave me sometimes with Auntie Duckie. She would come back with things from the jungle in a plastic bag. I wonder what they were. She would just stick the bags underneath my stroller.

Tootles

cranky pants

I haven't been feeling very well. Mums says it's my shots. My legs still hurt, but I can't stop moving them. Sometimes they move by themselves...honest! When I'm super-duper cranky, Mums and Pops give me the yummy in my tummy medicine. I begin to feel better, but only for a tad while.

Mums calls the Doc a lot because I cry and cry and cry. I'm telling her it hurts. Doc says I'm fine because I have no fever. What the? I need a fever before Doc thinks I'm not fine? Silly goose.

I've been cooped up at home for days now. Just because I'm cranky? And my legs hurt?

No more shopping.
No more walks.
No more parks.
No..............

Tootles

greetings from afar

I just want to say Happy 31st Birthday to my Ninong Dookie D.

Ninong Dookie D lives a gazillion-smazillion steps away. I've only seen him once, but I feel like he's with me everyday. He's such a busy-body. He helps people sleep better, plays in a flag football team, draws, and is always running around with my cousins. Pops tells me Ninong Dookie D made the snazzy tree in my room.

He's like a giant, but with a shiny head. When he carries me I feel like I can touch the sky...the vast universe. Ninong Dookie D doesn't realize this, but we have something in common. He's Triple Star, and I was born on Triple Five...what a co-ink-a-dink!

When I get bigger, I'm gonna help my Ninong Dookie D find an Auntie for me. He's taking too long!

Tootles

Tricky appointment

As I cried my demands for a fresh butt rag and powdered milk this morning, I noticed Pops was still home. That can only mean 1 of 2 things - appointment day for me or appointment day for Mums. Oooh, maybe I have another appointment for this irritating rash on my face and upper body. Maybe Doc will prescribe me some miracle cream to make the entire rash disappear!

Yippee!

...it's appointment day for me. Doc performed his usual check-up on me. A poke here, a tug there. I'm a growing boy alright - 11lbs. 11 oz. Good news for everyone. Just when I thought my appointment was complete, Doc gave Mums and Pops additional instructions.

I'm not sure if I heard correctly, but go where? Injection Room?!?! What is the Injection Room? Never heard of it before.

Before going into this so-called Injection Room, Mums gave me this oh so yummy grape flavored liquid. Tylenol she called it. Yummy in my tummy!

When we walked into the Injection Room I noticed it was teeny. Teenier than the room with Doc. And Mums was acting weird. She kept hugging me tight and telling me to be brave.

Brave for what? What do I need to be brave for?

I look at Pops and he's acting weird too.

Mums laid me down in front of this man in the blue pajamas. She grabbed both of my hands as the pajama mand squeezed my thigh. Then out of no where...

POKE!

Then another!

And another!

I don't want to be brave. I don't want to be strong. I just want the stinging and pain to go away. I couldn't take the pain so I screamed - cried - yelped - bawled - and shouted like I've never done before. I'm crying, Mums is crying, we were both crying.

I know what the Injection Room is now. It should be called the Evil Painful Room instead. And why, why does Mums and Pops say I'll be back when I'm 4 months?

Tootles

Pops' first Father's Day

Today is pop's first Father's Day. Thanks to me! Hmmm...come to think of it, mums and pops now have an extra day to celebrate and receive gifts because of me. Hey, I should get something too. I'll have to bring this up when I'm able. Right now, I'll just play along by pretending pop's card and gifts are really from me. Mums did all the thinking and shopping really. I just tagged along. Well I didn't really have a choice. I'm not allowed to stay home alone just yet.

Pops woke-up this morning assuming to sleep in. But since I got hungry, mums woke-up with me. As soon as pops opened his eyes - wowsers, mums greeted him with her 'Happy Father's Day' shriek.

My ears Mums, my ears.

Pops opened his gifts. I supposedly bought him work-out fits, an exact replica, but miniature lightsaber (miniature meaning only 3 inches long), and the Volume 1 of the Star Wars cartoon. I'm excited about this one. Pops and I can watch it in the mornings he keeps me out of the room so mums can sleep.

The time flies and mums and pops were hustling - wiping me down, preparing my clothes, filling my bottles with water, stocking my bag with diapers.

I'm going on a road trip.

I love road trips! Why? Because I get to relax in my comfy bright green car loveseat as the steady vibration puts me to sleep. It's like a vacation every time. I visit new and fascinating sites. My favorite is the 'Red Spot' place. I visit almost every week with mums to buy stuff.

I laid in my wooden cage as my anticipation and excitement intensified. As mums asked pops, "Are you ready?", I waited to be carried away in my comfy car loveseat.

DING-DONG.

Words are exchanged as I continue to lay there. Mums and pops kissed me on my forehead, but never swooped me away in my loveseat. Their voices faded away and I heard, "Be good."

What? I'm not going?

So I did what I do best. I declared my disappointment the only way I can - waaaaaaah! Let me say it louder and maybe they'll come back - waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I even added the sad lips. Mums a sucker for that one.

Gosh darnit, it didn't work. They left me. Happy Father's Day pops. I hope you didn't have fun without me.

Tootles

I'm not a Smurf

Howdy, I'm Tootles. As of today I am 50...days old that is. I'm about 2 watermelons high with somewhat of a receding hairline (I think I got that from my pops). My elbows and knees have masked themselves within the folds of my skin. I haven't learned how to chew yet, but stick Mr. Binky in my mouth and I'll suck like there's no tomorrow!

I speak a language only a particular group will understand. I call it 'Goo-goo-ga-ga.' For now I can only say 6 things - hungry, hot, cold, sleepy, hurt and uncomfortable. My only problem is all the words come out as "waaaaaaah!" I try to change the pitch for each word so mums and pops can tell the difference. So far they're understanding just fine.

Since I can't verbalize my thoughts (just yet), I'm writing it. I surely hope you find my thoughts as fascinating as I do.

Tootles