yummy in my tummy

mmm-mmm good. Now that I'm a big boy, I get to eat some of the stuff Mums and Pops eat. They just have to mash and mash and mash and mash and mash - you know.

No more icky rice cereal with no taste. What goes in my mouth is tasty.

Look, I ate it all!

Tonight I had rice with upoe (see how Filipino I am) and tomoatoes. It looked like mush, but it was mmm-mmm good.

sprouts

Mums says it's not Calgon, but this should take me away. I've been giving all the signs - waking up a lot at night, drooling like crazy, spit pimples, shoving whatever I can get my hands on in my mouth. The only thing I really didn't get was a nice 'ole fever (knock-knock on wood).

Do you wanna know what's so sucky about all this?

Three icky shots last Friday...so my legs hurt, this thingy is cracking through my gums...can't eat very well, I got kicked out of my old room with Mums and Pops...all by my lonesome at night, and worst of all, I don't get rocked to sleep anymore...yikes!

Can it get any worse?

Yes, it can!

I have this itty-bitty little piece out already. Mums and Pops are pretty excited. I'm pretty giddy myself. If only it didn't hurt so much.

Mums gave me a new prize (toy) today. It's another one of those shaking ones. Only this time it's for my hurting mouth. I bite down, it shakes. It's snazzy. And my mouth feels better - especially when Mums puts it in the fridge. I likes my new toy.

my new roommates

Mums and Pops got this really bright idea to teach me how to soothe myself to sleep. Basically, they're just being lazy and don't want to carry me anymore.

Blah to you!

Is it my fault I like being close to you?
Is it my fault I like to be comfy in your arms?
Is it my fault the beat of your heart is like a lullaby to me?
Is it my fault I've gotten so use to this pattern?

NO...it's yours! You started me this way. And now you want to change it!

NUTS! Nuts I tell you!

Their bright idea started last night. Mums puts me in my crib, makes me comfy with my doll and blankie - BAM, she's gone. I cry, and cry, and cry...and cry...I'm crying forever here...she finally comes in, but only for a tid-bit.

What's that all about? I even looked at her in eye - she's cold. Cold as ice.

Where's Pops? He didn't even come and save me.

Oooooh, I'm so mad at them. After all the smiles and laughs I give them, they do this to me.

Wait, did I forget to tell you that Mums and Pops kicked me out of their room too. Yuppers. SNAP, I'm in the jungle book room - my room. All by my lonesome. Well, that's not entirely true. I have a lot of friends in there. All my monkeys are here. They're my new roommates. But they can't rock me to sleep - phooey.

So I'm crying and crying...

...I cried for at least 30 minutes before I fell asleep. All I can remember before falling asleep is being by myself. All by myself...no Mums, no Pops.

I heard Mums and Pops say they're gonna do this from now on until I learn to just sleep. Who "just sleeps?" Not me! Not Mums! Not Pops! Not the world!

We'll see.

kid you, not me

I had a photo shoot with my costume friends today. I mean my friends dressed up in their costumes like me! I was happy in the beginning, but there was a scary lady. A lot of scary ladies. One lady didn't make me laugh because she kept scaring me when she hit the table with her giant hands. I'm happy Mums told her not to do that anymore.

Oh, it was a looooooong time. Sheesh Louise, there was lots of noise I couldn't even hear what Pops was saying to me. A lady was calling my name, another lady was pressing this duck, another lady was clapping her hands, and then Auntie Duckie was trying to tickle me with the rainbow broom.

Then all of a sudden, bright lights. And more clapping.

After all that, Mums and my Aunties were very upset. More upset than me. At least Pops gave me my ba-ba when it was over. Mums says they threw away all the good pictures and didn't let her and my Aunties pick their favorites.

That's a big no-no when Mums gets mad...plus my Aunties getting mad too. Eek! Good luck to the lady Mums is gonna call.

shots #3

I went to see my doctor today. I already knew what it was for...SHOTS.

But first some good news. I'm still a growing boy - normal doctor says. I am now 25 1/2 inches long (I don't know what that means) and 16 lbs. and 9 oz. Pretty good, huh?

I'm a big-boy now.

Well, I got my shots again.

Three! It's always 3. What's worse is when I'm 6 months old, I have to go back for another one - my flu shot.

When will all the poking stop? Mums and Pops says it's gonna make me feel better, but everytime they poke me, I don't feel better. It just hurts.

Please, no more.

long time no see

Don't blame me, blame Mums. I tell her and I tell her to write this for me, but...

well, she didn't. Oooh, bad Mums.

Let's see, where do I start? I went back to Sun Dyago. I went on the plane again. This time I wasn't in the front. I didn't like it. There was no room for me to kick my legs. Mums and Pops took turns holding me so I wouldn't get bored. I got bored anyways. There was a problem on the plane so we had to sit and sit and sit...I was getting hungry. Mums didn't want to give me my ba-ba until we went up, up in the air so my ear don't hurt.



See, I was all the way, all the way in the yucky back. The plane lady was nice. She let Mums hold me in her seat so I could move my legs.

What else happened......

Oh yeah, Mums went back to work. She said it was only a week...what's a week? To me it was forever and ever. I stayed with Auntie Duckie and my girlfriend. Pops would wake-up with me, not Mums. Every time I opened my eyes when the sun was here, no Mums. This is not my routine! THEN, Pops would take me for a car ride, but give me to Auntie Duckie.

Where's my toys?
Where's my rocker?
Where's my bed?
Where's my Mums?

I had a hard time taking my nap-nap, but I did. I was superly-duperly tired. When I opened my eyes, Mums was there!

Mums is with me forever and ever now! She said she wouldn't leave me anymore. Yippee!!! Me and Mums...

what daddy? i'm beating you?

This is my first time playing fantasy football with daddy. He wanted me and Mums to play to fill-in a spot.

So we did. Our team name is "Mommy and Me." Get it? It's me and Mums. It's our team. It's my team.

Since the beginning I helped Mums pick those big giants - those born on my birthday, those born on Mum's birthday, the cute ones (that's for Mums), those born on Valentine's Day...you get the picture.

Pops tried helping us, but Mums knew better. With our technique and strategy, we were set!

Now look. We are #3!!!!!!!!

Number 3!!!! We're beating Pops. Pop's team is "The Stiff Peters." See, he's only #7. Nah-nah-nah-boo-boo. Last week, we beat Uncle Bhong, and he was undefeated. WE...my team...me and Mums, gave him his first lost. But we only won by 1 point. Who cares right? It's who won that counts.

Our fingers are crossed for week 5.