where's my mommy and daddy

I wish I didn't take a nap this afternoon. I didn't wake-up to Mums and Pops like usual. They were missing. I think someone took them. Instead, when I woke-up, Nayla and Lolo were with me.

Why?
What happened to them?
Did my nap make Mums and Pops disappear?

I played with Nayla and Pops for a little bit like I always do. They're fun and they make me laugh. But it was fun only in the beginning. When the sun went away, I wanted Mums and Pops. I yelled and yelled for them, but they never came.

Did I do something wrong?
Are they ever coming back?
Why is Nayla and Lolo the ones putting me to bed?

I felt sad because they didn't hear me. I just yelled and yelled and yelled...and yelled. I stopped yelling from time-to-time, but that's just so I can rest my mouth for a tad bit. When I got more energy, I started to yell again. Finally, I got super-duper tired. But I was still very sad.

So I closed my eyes. I closed my eyes and wished really hard for Mums and Pops to come back. Even though my eyes were closed, I was still sobbing. I couldn't help it. But I just kept wishing for them to come back.

I fell asleep.

And when I woke-up Mums and Pops were there! My wish came true! I liked that so much. Mums and Pops gave me a big hug and kiss and told me to go back to sleep.

Aaaaaah. Sweet dreams to me.

for my girlfriend

My new friend, Aloha Chick, has a big boo-boo. She's sick like I was - jaundice. Mums says she's not feeling well and needs to give doctors blood. I hated that. They poke your feet really hard, then squeeze the poke so your blood oozes and oozes out. The poke already hurts, and when they squeeze you, it hurts a lot-lot more.

Poor Aloha Chick.

To make her feel better I bought her a gift (Mums really bought it, but I'm not going to tell her that). I like her. She's my girlfriend --

What? She's a girl and she's my friend! What were you thinking?

Auntie Duckie brought my girlfriend to my house so we could play. We didn't really play much. I was sleeping and she was sleeping; we were both sleeping for a long time. But I gave her my gift to her. I know she liked it. I know because Auntie Duckie said, "awwwwwwww." And I know what that means. Mums does that a lot.

She gave me a gift too! I got a new fit with a doggie on my butt-butt. Hee hee. When I wear it, I'll show you.

i don't have cooties

I must've been a very good boy today because Auntie Mamas and Ate Smiley came to play. I only played for a little bit. It was already my bedtime. Ate Smiley's not like the other giants. She's down here with me, but she knows how to move by herself. I can't do that yet. Mums says when I get bigger, I can.

Ate Smiley would hold my hand for an itty-bitty time, but then didn't. I don't know why. I wasn't stinky. My hands weren't wet from my spit. I don't have cooties. I don't know! I heard Auntie Mamas telling her to play with me, but all she wanted to do was watch t.v. and dance.

Fine.

Hmmmm...maybe it was because I was Mr. Cranky Pants. Just a tad though. Well, it's not my fault. It's Pops' fault -- it was way past my bedtime already.

Sorry Ate Smiley. The next time we play, I won't be Mr. Cranky Pants.

the sunshine spot

Today Mums and Pops visited Auntie Duckie and my new friend at the hospital. I couldn't come to the hospital because I'm still too small, but we're gonna play together soon. Mums said. Since I couldn't go on the car ride to the visit my new friend, I stayed with Ninong Cliff Clavin and Ninang Fukuoku.

I like them. They have this big room that looks like the sun, and felt like it too! Mann-o-mann, was it hot there. But I was good. There was this swirly-thing that blew wind at me, so I wasn't always hot.

Ninang Fukuoku has a lot of cool toys - colors, lights, noise. Woohoo! I didn't have to do anything. I just sat there and it was fun! I especially like the toy where I see me and the colors of the rainbow.

Ninang Fukuoku doesn't look like Mums and Pops. She's a tad bit whiter. Well, more than a tad bit. She took good care of me. She even took me sunbathing a bit. The weird thing is she kept hitting Pops, and I don't know why. And she also told me that she was going to teach me a lot of new things. I can't wait!

Ninong Cliff Claven played with Pops a lot. They were always together. My favorite thing about him is when he carries me. I'm super-duper high. Higher than when Mums and Pops carries me. I think I can touch the sky.

I want to go there again.

Tootles

clogged drain

Since Tuesday I haven't pooped. Mums and Pops got this bright idea to change my formula (not so bright now). They thought if they fed me the formula with added rice cereal, I'd sleep longer at nights because my tummy would be more full.

Well...what Mums and Pops didn't know was a change in my formula would make me constipated. I'm the type who doens't go poopy everyday. So they didn't think much when I didn't poop on day #2. Then it became #3 and #4.

Mums called Doc.

Doc says to give me prune juice. Juice? What's that? Nevermind...mmmm, mmmm good. Yummy in my tummy! I love the juice stuff. But Mums gave me something else too that wasn't very yummy in my tummy. It was plain with no taste. She called it water. I don't like the water stuff. Blah!

I sure drained myself out this afternoon. That's 4 days of drainage. Pops was teary eyed when I was doing my duty on his lap. My eyes also became teary and I felt my face becoming hot. I just kept going and going. I went so much my clothes were thrown in the trash because a lot of my poopy came out of my diaper. Eeeewwww!

My tummy isn't so big, but I still have some draining to do. Maybe tomorrow.

Tootles

7 wonder-cries of the world

I'm going to tell you a secret about me. I have what Mums call my 'bitching hours.' Meaning, from 7pm to 9pm almost every evening, I just cry. Mums and Pops do everything they can to help me stop, but I just can't. I can't I tell you, I can't!!! It's not one of my 7 cries either. I'll explain my 7 cries in a tad bit.

Why do I have a bitching hour? I really can't tell you why because I don't even know myself. Doc says it's a phase. He says it's my way to wind down from everything I did that day. So, because I can't speak yet, I do it crying. Who knew. So I guess I'll stop crying like this when the time is right. I hope that's soon. Mums and Pops probably hopes it's soon too.

Today was a toughy. Mums stopped carrying me and just laid me in my crib. I just cried and cried and cried. She kept coming in for a bit to kiss me and told me to relax. Relax? I'm crying here, what do you mean relax? I think I cried for a good 20 minutes, but it felt like forever. FINALLY, she picked me up and told me I was safe. I like it when she says that. I cried some more...and some more...and some more. Probably for another 15 mintues later, I finally fell asleep.

Woke up and cried again (are you surprised?)...I did this until about almost 9ish.

Here are my 7 different cries:

1. Hungry - Mums says it's when I act like a bird. I make this sharp long whine in a cry-pause-cry-pause pattern. At times I would make this action-thingy with my mouth or suck on my hand. I'm trying to suck on my thumb, but can't get it yet.

2. Tired - Almost like my hungry cry, whiny, but I never stop. I'll just keep in whining until I feel comfortable and fall asleep. I'll start to rub my face and pull on my hair and ears sometimes. Doc says I do this to unwind from my day's events.

3. Bored - I'll start off with a coo or whimper. On and off. I'll also wave my arms and feet in the air for more effect. If Mums or Pops pay no attention to me, then I'll make a loud shriek to grab their attention. When they're in front of me, I'll do the irresistible sad lips and chin quiver for the pick-up. As soon I'm picked up, I'll stop. Works like a charm every time.

4. Uncomfortable - I've had to use this mostly when I'm wet or hot. I'm rarely cold. Mums says I'm a Daly City boy just like Pops. I'll start off with a whine here and there as a warning. If I'm not taken seriously, then I'll make this nasal-like cry followed with a shriek. Don't worry, once I'm taken care of, I'll stop...honest!

5. Pain - A LOUD piercing cry. I will stop for a quickie to catch my breath, but scream all over again. My tears are neverending and no matter which way you hold me or position me, I'll just cry. I usually end up crying myself to sleep. At times you'll feel me pushing you away, but that's not what I really want. My hands just do that. I want you to hold me. It makes me feel safe (just like Mums says.)

6. Sick - So far I've only had to use my sick cry once. That's when I got my first immunization shots. I got a slight fever, so I would consider that being sick. It's like a hungry and pain cry put together. Continuous, but not so loud.

7. Thirsty - I haven't been thirsty yet, so I don't know how I'll cry.

Tootles

down to my underpants

Wowsers, today was mighty warm. I actually saw the sun when I woke-up this morning! Too bad my morning was cut short by the ugly looking Sears man ringing the doorbell like he was deaf. But I just laid there as Mums took care of business. She checked up on me, and each time she came in she would tell me my ba-ba (milk) was coming.

It must've been coming from a trillion miles away because I was waiting for too many minutes.

Two naps later we went on a car ride with Auntie Duckie. I was a good-boy. Yup-yup. Pops gave me a mirror so I can look at myself on car rides. It's cool. I can look at myself AND hear dinky songs at the same time. That's not the only cool thing I got today. Mums gave me a prize for my stroller because I was her good-boy. There were a lot of things to look at - bright colors, stripes, dots, shimmer...wowsers!

I was in my stroller for a long time. I was getting hot and the sun kept hitting my face. Even after my shades came up! I don't like the hotness. It makes me cranky, and when I'm in my stroller, my back gets hot, and my head becomes sweaty.

We went back to the car. I thought Mums was going to take me home, but NOOOOO! Mums and Auntie Duckie eat!

HELLO! DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S HOT IN HERE!?

We FINALLY go home. After some communicating - well, more screaming on my part. But Mums knew what I was saying. Because it was so hot, Mums took off all my clothes. Whew! Boy did that feel good. Only my underpants so I don't pee-pee anywhere.

Tootles

fantastic sam's or super cuts

I went to a party for Auntie Duckie and Uncle D.J. today. A lot of my other Aunties and Uncles were there too, and I finally got to meet them. The weather was comfy. Not too hot, and not too cold. But I just got hot a few times at the party because the windows weren't open yet. Thanks to Auntie Duckie, she opened the windows for me.

Pops dressed me up in my snazzy polo onesie. It had a collar and buttons and everything. I felt like a big boy in it. One of my Aunties even told me I was cute in it. Wowsers, it's a magnet for the ladies.

You wanna know what else attracted the ladies? My hair. Yup, my super fine, au natural hair. This morning, Mums and Pops wet it, combed it, sprayed it, and even oiled it -- nothing worked. My strands stood up like baby grass sprouting from its seed.

"Oh, look at his hair."

"Nice hair, buddy."

"What's up with the hair?"

I heard comments like these all day.

That's okay. It didn't bother me one bit. They couldn't take their eyes off me! I even tried to be extra good by just sitting there. No whining, no crying, no fussiness -- I was extra special good. Ha! It worked! They took one look at my hair and good-boy tactic, and wanted nothing but to carry me. I was passed around and around. Like a hot potatoe, but just not as fast. I even fell asleep as one of my Aunties carried me.

My Uncles were different. They didn't treat me like my Aunties. They fiddled with my belly, poked my arms and legs, and told me I was too serious.

Too serious? What's serious? I don't even know what that means! Then, they're serious!

I wonder when the next party will be.

happy 2 months to meeh

Yippers, at 7:18pm this evening I turned 2 months. That's 2 fingers for me. You must be thinking that's nothing, but to me...hey, that's a whopping 60 days. 60 days! Mums and Pops threw me a Pizza Party to celebrate. I didn't, well couldn't eat any pizza, but I stayed awake until the very end. I was Mr. Cranky Pants towards the end, but I'm the celebrant. I had to stay awake.

Some of my Aunties, Uncles and Kuyas came to my house tonight. They even brought me presents. Cool presents. And I wasn't even expecting any! I just want to say Thank you for all my presents, and most especially, thank you for sharing today with me. I feel so loved.

Mums and Pops plan on celebrating my birthday every month. How fun and exciting. I just wish I can eat what everyone else is eating too. But I'm not complaining. My milk is just as d'lish and filling. Want some?

Tootles

kaboom day

How am I suppose to sleep? Right when I begin to dream, I wake-up. Not because I want to, but because of the kabooms. Really loud kabooms. I get scared when I hear the yucky noises. Crackle-woosh-pop-kaboom!

I tell Mums and Pops, and Pops carries me so I can fall back asleep. He tells me I'm safe and that everything is alright. I like it when he tells me that.

Tonight the kabooms were much louder and much longer and everywhere! During nite-nite time, some kabooms were very shiny. Still loud and scary though. I hope the kabooms go away so I can have a nice nite-nite sleep.

tinky-tinky butt butt

My tummy wasn't my friend yesterday. I usually go poopy at least once a day, but yesterday...mann-o-mann.

Nothing. Zilch. Wala.

Mums was feeding me this morning. I was trying to concentrate on swallowing, but my stomach was gurgling and gurgling. Sometimes the gurgle would make my entire body move. Mums kept telling to relax, but I couldn't.

The last gurgle not only made my body move, but made me make a noise. I can feel my face turning red and my eyes watering. My legs became stiff as my arms flew up in the air. It happened.

I pooped.

I pooped again, and again, and again. So much Mums couldn't wipe my poopy away with those fresh smelling cloths. She took me to the sink! She turned me around and hung me on her arm.

Splish here, splash there. She even had to clean my poopy nards. Eeeeeewwwwww!

Sorry Mums.

Tootles