pops no like jam-jams

Pops has always enjoyed my new outfits. Especially when I get new jam-jams.

Tonight was a whole new different story. Mums was snickering and whispering as she changed me to get ready for bed. She even told Pops I had a surprise for him and wasn't allowed to look at my new fit until I was ready.

I was ready!

Before going in front of Pops, Mums told him to shut his eyes....eyes shut...

What? I'm going to wipe your *ss with that. His eyes were as round as mine when he said that. But he said it with a smile.

I don't understand. Why would Pops want to dirty my new jam-jams? They were comfy. I was warm. Mann-o-mann, he's weird sometimes.

4 month shots

Last Friday I went back to the scary Injection Room for more shots. There was no way getting out of it. Mums says I had to since I'm soon going to be 4 months old. And that only means I'm becoming a big boy.

My big boy face came on.

I saw Doc first. Like always, he checked me and was very nice to me. I am now over 14 lbs. Doc says that means I'm growing. But...Doc also said it was okay for my shots. Shucks!

Just like last time, Mums and Pops gave me the yummy in my tummy cherry flavored liquid. Mmmmmm, mmmmmm good. I was so nervous. I was hoping if I fell asleep, it would all happen without me knowing.

I was wrong.

When my eyes opened, a lady wearing her jam-jams was looking at me. Then, she started to squeeze my legs together really hard. I couldn't even move them. Not even a tiny bit! All of sudden....

Poke!
Poke!
Poke!

Two pokes on my right leg, and and one poke on my left leg.

I only saw Pops' face, not Mums. I wondered where Mums was. The poking lady picked me up and rocked me. She said I was brave and did a good job. You know, it didn't hurt like the last time. So I stopped crying and gave the poking lady a small smile. I wanted her to know we were friends and I wasn't mad at her for poking me.

Thank goodness I won't have any more pokes until I'm 6 months. I can wait. Believe me.

a wristlet for me?

What a day!

Whew, I'm pooped!

I met one of my gazillion cousins for the first time today. He is now 1. A lot of my aunties and uncles haven't seen me since I came out of Mums. So I was passed around for a bit. Some even poked me, and some played with my hair. I was really tired, and I just wanted to go back to Mums or Pops, so I yelled at whomever was holding me. They got the hint. In a matter of seconds, I was in Pops' arms.

Hee hee. Fooled ya.

The party was just okay. Every now and then loud music came on, and I would get startled. I hate when that happens because I can be in a middle of a dream, but when I get startled, I wake up. Just like that. That wasn't the only thing loud. This colorful giant kept talking and yelling - I think Mums called her a clown. Eek! She was scary. My auntie tried to bring me to the clown, but I played it cool. I pretended not to like her by just sitting there. I didn't say a single word. Not one single word! I didn't even give the clown eye contact.

The clown gave me a gift though. I think it was my look. I probably scared her.

She gave me my first wristlet. A balloon wristlet. Okay-okay, Pops doesn't like me using the word wristlet. What I meant to say is, it's a ladybug balloon. I liked it. It didn't hurt when I would accidentally bop myself on the head or face. And I can even put it in my mouth. It had a funny taste at first, but the taste goes away after a while.

And the red! Ooooooh, when I look at it, it makes my eyeballs come together and then it looks funny. But just really quick. My eyes would see normal again.

I love it! I love it!

Peace be with me

Wowsers, Mums, Auntie Duckie, and Auntie Cerrito finished all my goodies for my upcoming Baptism. I'm glad they finished because now Mums can just focus on me. Auntie Duckie got snippy because she didn't know how to tie a ribbon. So she was in charge of the hole puncher. My other auntie, Auntie Sees-Boo came today to help too. I think Auntie Duckie got jealous because Auntie Sees-Boo was able to tie a ribbon. Tsk-tsk Auntie Duckie.

When Mums would do the goodies by herself, she would leave me in my rocker and only talk to me sometimes. I'm glad they helped Mums. Now...Mums can talk to me all the time!

I like my goodies. They're so colorful and shiney. And I can see myself on all of them! My, my, my...I'm quite a handsome fella - hee hee. Well, that's what Mums and Pops tell me all the time.

once upon a time

Pops started reading me a bedtime story. He's been reading me poems from The Other Side of the Door.

Pops can make-up poems too. Here are his 2 famous poems...

I like pogos on a stick,
My daddy has a great big...LIPSTICK!

In football kickers punt.
Have you seen my mommy's...CROISSANT!

Actually, I don't think those were the right fill-ins, because Mums and Pops kept laughing afterwards.

I wonder what the real words were.

America's next top model

Auntie J did a photo shoot of me today. I was a model for a day - well just for a tad. Mums told me about it earlier today to prepare me. It's my second time meeting Auntie J.

I couldn't nap my regular schedule because of all the excitment. Although I fell asleep on time for my afternoon nap, it lasted a measely 10 minutes. Sorry! I can hear her voice! How am I suppose to sleep by my lonesome when I can hear voices in the other room? There was just so much going on and I didn't want to miss any of it.

I tried cooperating as best I could during my picture time. I even fought my sleep at times. Flash here, flash there - the bright light made me blink every second. I think I started to see spots. Mums was talking to me, Pops was talking to me, Auntie J was talking to me. I didn't know who to listen to. Actually, I couldn't even understand what they were saying because everyone was talking at once. So I just sat there and played with my fingers. I would look up every once in a while, but I just focused on my fingers.

I was everywhere for my photo shoot. I was in my rocker, on the couch, on the ottomon, in Mum's arms, on Pop's lap, under a blanket, on a pillow - sheesh louise! I was pooped!!! But I didn't cry. I was a good boy; of course. Well, except when Auntie J put me on my tummy. I just got tired after a while because my head was getting heavy.

She was very excited about the pictures she took. I can't wait to see myself and all the good work I did.

I'm use to the camera you know. Mums and Pops use it on me almost everyday.

touchdown!!!

Pops was very excited this evening. Why? Cuz we watched my first football game tonight. Throughout the game, he kept whispering in my ear, "You're going to be a future fullback." I had no idea what he was talking about! All I knew at that moment was It's 8:00pm. I'm hungry. I'm sleepy. Some fussing here and there, and he got the hint.

I did like watching this so-called football game thingy. Pops was right. There were lots of cool colors and things moving around. I couldn't take my eyes off the t.v., but again, I was tired.

Sheesh, it was my bedtime you know!

While drinking my milk, Pops would shout out FUMBLE! FIRST DOWN!

Heeeellllloooooooo, indoor voice please! We'll have to rethink the next game if it's during my bedtime.

Well, I chose this picture because it was the highlight of my night. The watchmacalit kicker from the white shirt team kept missing his kick. And all 3 times he missed, Pops would laugh. Because he was holding me, when he laughed I could feel him jiggle - hee hee. I like the jiggle smiggle.

aloha!

Yesterday was my 3 months birthday. I didn't have a pizza shin-dig like last time because Mums and Pops promised to take me on a big field trip. With Ninong Don Corleone!!!

My field trip was to the Pacific Islander Festival. At first we were driving 'round and 'round because of all the cars, but Pops found a spot. I had a lot of things to look at - a lot of pretty colors. Mann-o-mann, there were a gazillion giants walking around. Some were tiny like me. Ooooooh, it was so nippy! Mums thought the weather was gonna be nice and warm because Mr. Newsman said so, but nooooo! The wind just kept blowing and blowing at me. Mums dressed me in pants and a hoodie sweater PLUS 2 blankets to keep me warm. And Pops cuddled me and blocked the wind's every blow.

At the festival, Ninong Don Carleone had a mission for me. My mission was to be his "bad boy." He said if I help him, he would help me. I had to play the "bad boy card" he says. The plan was, I would go up to pretty gals and pinch their butt-butts. Then Ninong would come over and say, "Bad boy, blah, blah, blah, blah..." Making him the good boy.

C'mon Ninong, did you really believe this was gonna work? Mums tells me to be nice to gals, and that's what I'm gonna do. I'm not going to pinch their butt-butts. Ninong, you need to have a different mission.

Tootles

adventures in babysitting

*Sorry for not writing in a while. I've been a tad bit pooped out. Mums has been taking me out-and-about doing errands and getting ready for my baptism party. When I get home, all I ever want to do is just sleep. But I'm refreshed now!*



Tonight Mums and Pops went on another date. This time it was a super-duper late one. Like after I'm asleep late! Mums prepared me this time so I wouldn't think my sleep made them go away. She told me Ninang Lang and Auntie Ribbon-Maker were gonna take care of me. They did. When I woke-up, they were there.

But they were weird. Not super weird, just weird-weird. They were giggly and talked too much. They didn't even let me sleep right away! I don't know why, but they played picture time while I was eating. What was up with that? And they kept talking to me. Don't they know the more you talk to me, the more my sleepiness goes away? But Ninang Lang said she wanted to keep talking to me so I wouldn't forget her voice.

Oh Ninang Lang...of course I wouldn't forget your voice. You were there since I opened my eyes - hee hee.

But I had fun tonight. It felt like a party becuase I smelled pizza and cookies. They took very good care of me - my pee pee diaper was changed, my milk was tasty and warm, and I was bundled in my blankie. I hope they take care of me again. What do you say gals?

Tootles