Lately my mouth has been killing me. Pushing out my new chompers is like, well, pulling teeth! The slow aching wakes me up sometimes during naps. Other times, it comes out of the blue when I am trying to play. Mommy wonders why I am crying but we don't seem to speak the same language right now. I can read her mind, but she doesn't seem able to read mine. For example, at night, I know exactly when she is about to fall deep asleep and is thinking about dreaming. That is when I yell into the room monitor to let her know I am hungry. I can go a lot longer now without food, but sometimes I just like the company.
I noticed that my parents recently redecorated the living room after Christmas. Oh, and what was up with the bright tree in the room taking up valuable playing space? Don't get me wrong, it was fun pulling on the branches and batting the lights around, but it was kinda in the way of me exploring the electrical sockets on that side of the room. Now that the tree is gone, there is this winding baby gate a la Mordor cutting me off from the fireplace, TV and sliding glass door. That isn't right! Do you know how close I was to yanking out the cords for the Wii? Plugs and wires are made for pulling and chewing on, everyone knows that. Mom and Dad need to get a clue.
But they can't contain me for long. I can pull myself up onto any upright surface now. I love to hoist myself up the side of the ottomans and couches to see what needs a taste test. Usually it is the TV remote or a book or something. In a few weeks, I think I will have enough strength to mount and crawl over the ottomans, which block my escape opposite the baby gate, to explore the entry way and kitchen beyond. It is my personal Manifest Destiny.
Another area I like to pull up to is the window ledges. There are many dogs outside that need my attention. I hear them call to me and I try to answer back, "Woof." I keep trying to find them by looking out the windows, but as soon as I get my chin up to the sill to look out, someone grabs me and pulls me away. That is really inconsiderate. I am trying to do my thing and they keep holding me back. That's okay, I just make them something a little extra special in my diaper that day.
Speaking of which. Wow, what is up with the prunes and apple juice? I may have had a little slow down in production, but people, come on, give me a break. I think I lost half my body weight yesterday. I feel better, yeah, but I am really tired now from all that pushing. I am thinking about going back to spitting up on people after eating as a retaliation.
I like playing at home and I like to go out. I like to make friends with new people where ever we end up. I have fans of my own at the Ducks games. People in line at Disneyland like to talk to me. Can you blame them? And yes, the bow on my head is actually clipped to my hair, it isn't stuck on with glue or Velcro or anything. I have do have some hair, you know.
Church is pretty fun, too. Except for the day Mommy tried to leave me in the nursery. Can you believe that? You are not checking a coat. You can't leave me like that. So I let the lady in the nursery know this wasn't acceptable. For 20 minutes, I let her know. I think I guilted Mommy pretty good with that one. But now that I think about it, maybe hanging out with those other kids might be fun. I'll try it again this summer.
Well, I am overdue for a snack and a bottle. I'll write more in a few. Now, where is that Mommy...
