Bebe pod fun

The Bebe Pod is even more fun than I dreamed possible.

And I can eat it.

Sort of.

Well, all this sitting and playing made me super tired and after about 15 minutes I was ready for a nap.
Mom's gonna have to remember this one...
(Or it could be because my jogging naps aren't quite as restful. )

Our awesome windows

Gramma is making these beautiful stained glass panels for our new house.

Wow! Aren't they gorgeous?! Maybe she really does have a wand and some fairy dust. Or possibly elf sweat equity.

Hmm.

Regardless, we can't wait to hang them!

Tuesdays with Sullivan

On Tuesdays, Mom and I go to Snuggles and Struggles (S&S) at the Parenting Center. I'm not sure why that whole "Struggles" part is in there... I mean life with me is always sunshine and butterflies.

Except for when I'm hungry. Or tired. Or cranky. Or waking up from my afternoon nap. Man, it's tough waking up from that nap.

Or when I've tried to take off Mom's nipple. And she needs to talk to the lactation consultant. Who knew, they aren't detachable. Have I mentioned that I have the suction power of a Dyson? And like to thrash around. While nursing. Like a wild animal. A Tazmanian Devil, to be exact.

Good times. Can't wait to see what I can do with some chompers.

Anyhow...

Mom likes to get my weight on while we're at S&S because she's just that neurotic about my weight. See, I'm what's known as an ectomorph. AKA: Slim. Or Stretch. I'm like a leggy Kate Moss. With red hair, of course.

See: Here I am getting my weigh in. I am a giant Baybee.
Pay no attention to that wet diaper contribution to my weight.

Of course, I like S&S because I get to hang out with my other Baybee friends. Here I am with Sullivan, who, incidentally, is more of an endomorph. Taking a picture of us having a good time together is something like herding wild cats.

Clearly there was a lot of interesting stuff going on other than Mom...

Tuesdays do sound fun, don't they? You should what happens on Fridays!

Finger food

So delicious. Breakfast with Dad is a lot of fun. He gets his egg sammy. And I get a knuckle sandwich.

Fair's fair.

Cause I'm a mainiac, mainiac, mainiac...

... in my crib.


This is clearly not how Mom put me down. She just doesn't understand the importance of fashion. We're bringing back the Flashdance look.


And clearly she doesn't realize that Bunny and Me like to get down and boogie like it's 1985 while she's not looking.

If only she knew...

This does raise the MLE (major life event) that took place earlier in the week: Mom and Dad moved me to my crib. Or kicked me out of their room.

Depending on how you look at it.

I'm mostly digging my swinging new pad, and we are all getting a lot more sleep than we were for a couple weeks there. However, I still protested a few nights , just for kicks.

And I have mostly given up my night pooping that caused so many problems. Mom , however did almost crap her pants the first time they left me in my diaper all night. Who knew, those disposable diapers really can hold a lot of pee. Like 12 hours worth.

Tastes like chicken

Sophie the Giraffe is here!

And she's delicious...

A bit like chicken.

Not that I know what chicken tastes like...

...unless it's chicken flavored Mom Juice.

Regardless, she's here to stay and is sooo much fun. I even brought her with me to the park today for our walk/run. I say walk/run because Mom screwed up her knee, which is fine by me as it means I don't have to deal with all those bumpy roads!
Mom's a little bummed but seems to be handling it pretty well. Really, it was all part of my master plan to get her to see a chiropractor. It worked!

Hah! Baby: 1, Parents: 0

Driveway!

Mom and Dad have some concrete now. I know, I know after all that trouble they went to to dig out the buried concrete...
Check it out:

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror on the floor, who is that devilishly handsome fella?

Oh right, it's me.

Busy day of hanging out with Jerry the Giraffe. Here we are having a meeting of the minds.

Piggies

I had a growth spurt: 13 lb 1 oz!

Mom takes off my pants to weigh me, but my overalls sure were cute with my bib.

Mmmeh. Pants are kind of over-rated anyway...
As are socks: I'm helping by trying to take off my socks -- as usual. The piggies need to be free.

Free the piggies!