waiting for Santa

This is me on Christmas Eve. You can tell it is a special day because I am wearing the sweater vest my grandmother bought me in Victoria.

In the morning on Christmas Eve, we had to do a bit of shopping. Had we known that the stores would be completely empty (of people, but not merchandise) we would have left all of our shopping until the day before Christmas! Since I detest shopping so much, we didn't really do very well buying gifts this year.

We went to Terese's house for a yummy lunch. It had been way too long since I had seen her and Jo. Jo gave me a fun activity table and it helped me practice up on opening gifts. And, best of all, she gave my mom some yummy yummy sweets. I guess Santa agrees that Jo is the best baker in the world. I put one of Jo's cookies on my penguin plate (see photo) and left it for Santa. Santa brought me a mountain of gifts. I haven't finished opening my gifts yet though because I get a bit overwhelmed with the activity and once I find something fun inside of the wrapping paper, I just want to play with it. Actually, if it was up to me, I would just stop at the bow and paper.

here's us swimming!!!

shrimp

Today, I am a proud graduate of the Shrimp swimming class at the YMCA. This is a photo of me and my dad on the first day of swim lessons. To go along with my new love of swimming, I have invented a high-pitch dolphin squeal. The only thing I didn't like about swimming is how tight my swimsuit is around my chubby tummy. It takes two parents to squeeze me into it!

Speaking of my chubby tummy: we went to the doctor for my six-month visit. I am a healthy healthy baby. I was 19lb, 4oz (I think they took an inaccurate reading last week when I had my cold). I am 27 inches tall. I had two shots this time and I didn't cry nearly as much as last time - or even as much as when I went to the doctor last week thinking I was going to get shots. I am brave.

Since people keep asking and asking and asking about food: NO, I have not started solid food. I like to watch people eat but I don't think I am quite ready. The latest experiment was to spoonfeed me breastmilk and I shuddered like it was gross (but not as bad as the bottle but a bit worse than the sippy cup). My doctor, who happens to be an expert about breastfeeding and is also a board member of the Milk Bank of Austin, encourages me to carry on how I am since I am so healthy.

19lb, 8oz

Today, I visited the doctor. It isn't quite time for my six-month check up yet but I caught a cold from my pal at yoga (thanks to his mom for foolishly thinking that clear snot is somehow less contagious). This morning, I thought maybe I had an ear infection but I don't . . . just a bad cold. I am miserable and it is my goal to make everyone else miserable right now. At the doctor, I weighed in at 19lb, 8oz; I am just a few ounces shy of being Dr Cox's biggest/heaviest baby! At my appointment today, I discovered that I am sharp enough to associate the doctor's office with shots so I cried and cried until the end of my appointment when I realized that I was safe and then I smiled at everyone - especially the cuddly nurse who I adore. Sadly, I had to miss yoga today and I will have to miss swimming tomorrow since I do not want to pass my illness along to other babies. There is a special place in hell for parents who take their sick children into social settings.

As for being almost six months old: I have been practicing to sit up and I am quite good at it.

Happy Thanksgiving

This is a picture of me and my sister on Thanksgiving. As you can see, I am almost as big as she is. We had a lovely Thanksgiving. My great-grandmother travelled here from Washington to spend the week with us and she brought me the cute outfit I am wearing in this picture and several other outfits too and you would not believe how many clothes I have now. My sister came over for Thanksgiving dinner (obviously, because she is in the photo with me) and my girlfriend Lisa came over too and she brought THE biggest pie in the whole world. For dinner, my mom made mashed potatoes; maple vanilla sweet potatoes; lemon greenbeans; multi-grain rolls; mixed greens with pears, grapes, feta, roasted pecans in a mustard vinaigrette; cranberries; pecan cornbread stuffing; and my dad made turkey. I think that is all. It was a lot of food even if I forgot to list something. For dessert there was Lisa's pecan pie and an apple pie. We had several kinds of gelato too. Yum yum yum. Next year, I will be able to eat real food.

Here's me at my first Thanksgiving meal. My dad is such a joker. Not funny hah hah, just not funny.

Look at the joy in Nana's face!!! Nothing like the love of a mother for her baby!!!

birthdays birthdays birthdays

This week, I have two birthdays. Yesterday, November 11, I celebrated my five month birthday. I celebrated by going to Jo's house for lunch. She has become "Grandma Jo." We had a lovely visit. We chatted and caught up and danced around by the pool. She served quiche for lunch, and brownies and tea (decaf, of course) for dessert. My mom loves quiche so much and used to make it quite often. My mom ate some foods that could have made me bad in the tummy (asparagus, cheese, chocolate) but I didn't have any side effects! In recent weeks, I have made such great improvements with what I can tolerate my mom to eat. She mostly has to stay away from dairy still though but sometimes I will let her eat a piece of cheese.

Jo will make me homemade baby food (veggies) when I start eating. But I am most excited about her promise to make me cookies when I am an even bigger boy. She is a great baker.

Jo has such a beautiful home. She lives with her daughter, son-in-law, and two grandchildren. The house was designed by her son-in-law (an architect before he made a career in investment banking). So pretty. Their home could be in a magazine. Architectual Digest? Perhaps as a backdrop for a Martha Stewart spread?

In the late afternoon, after I went home and napped, me and my mom went downtown. My mom went to work for a while and my dad took me to the Capitol. And then we went to Whole Foods for dinner.

Today, I have another birthday: 22 weeks! I am grouchy and it is my dog's fault because he woke me up at 4:00am and then again at 5:30 just as I fell back asleep. And I was woken up again (ugh) at 7:30 when the clown next door started up construction for the day. I like dogs but mine barks too much and he shakes his ears. My mom keeps threatening to tape Remus' ears to his head so they don't make so much noise.

The last birthday of the week will be Amelia's. I am invited to attend her first birthday party on Saturday. I bought her some books for her birthday but don't tell her.

At the bookstore, they have a Corduroy bear and I am so sure I will get that for Christmas.

yoga

Today, I attended my first yoga class. Of the six babies who registered, only me and one other boy were there but that was fine by me because that meant I got a lot of attention from the helpers. The other boy from my class is older (maybe a year old) so he can move around more by himself. The ladies fawned over me! I let out my high pitch happy shrieks that could be heard from the yoga studio next door. When my mom came to pick me up, the cute dark-haired helper was carrying me all around how I tend to trick people into doing.

My mom, though, didn't have such a fun yoga class. She has been away from yoga for five months and today's class was quite strenuous! She went to yoga until two weeks before I was born. That is why I am so healthy.

I think we need to go for more walks so we get more exercise.

I voted

November 3 was election day and I dutifully went to the polls with my parents. It wasn't an exciting election this time (no people to vote for). We voted on a variety of constitutional amendments that were mostly schemed up by crooked Republicans. We had to decide, for example, if we want our property to be taxed at its fullest potential as if a $20 million amusement park was in the front yard. I have no photos from election day. Oddly, you can take your guns to vote but not your camera. Don't even get me started about guns.

This week, there was yet another mass shooting. Seems that easy access to guns is a REALLY really really bad idea . . . and even worse when coupled with bullying/harrassment. Actually, there were two mass shootings this week but one kind of went unnoticed given the severity of the first.

Since I have no photos of cute me on election day, I have included two photos from my mom's trip to Denver. In one photo, you can see Obama just as he is about to take the stage to accept the Democratic nomination. The other is of the crowd from Invesco field (with Al Sharpton!). My dad went to Denver too but he caught the plane home the morning of the speech; not only did he miss Obama's speech but he also missed Stevie Wonder's performance.

That is all for now. I have been busy (as usual) and I need to catch up on my vacation stories. My newest activity is going to the library on Saturdays. And that means that I read more than ever before.

vacation: day 3 (09/21/09)

As you have probably realized, I am falling behind on writing my blog entries about my vacation. My mom has been working from home since September 30 and now I know why she had so much comp time to use up after I was born. She keeps busy! And I have been busy with my activities (more about that whenever we get caught up).

Day three of my vacation started just how every day has started in Port Angeles for the last 40 or so years: at the Corner House. Bobby enjoyed his usual pancakes with strawberries and countless cups of coffee. Not sure what the others ate . . . something greasy, no doubt, also washed down by coffee. Not my mom though; she had water and something bland. Someday my digestive system will mature and be more tolerant. Sigh.

After enjoying breakfast, my parents and my grandmother walked down to the ocean and strolled along the shore. Another perfect sunny day. It was here that I put my baby feet in a patch of green grass. It felt just like velvet. I hate the grass in Texas. It is brown and crispy like straw. You would never dare to even touch the grass with bare skin. Yuck.

And then we went to visit with Bobby again while Sharon had an appointment. His physical therapist came over and we all went for a walk in Bobby's neighborhood. Bobby is speedy now! The picture of my mom holding me (see . . . she really DOES exist even though you never see photos of her) was taken in a back alley behind Bobby's house. You wouldn't believe the flowers and plants here. The back alleys in the northwest are prettier than even the parks and public gardens in Texas!

Liola joined us for dinner. She and my grandmother have been friends for 50 years. I also met Marge after dinner. Marge has been neighbors with my grandmother forever. Being in a different time zone made me a bit goofy so I was grouchy for these ladies but I enjoyed meeting them anyhow.

Stay tuned for my entries about our trip to Canada!

16lb 12oz

Today, I visited with Dr Cox for my four-month check up. No surprise that I am a rather large baby. I weighed in at 16lb 12oz and I am 25 inches tall. I am very healthy, according to my doctor. As you recall, I have never been on the scale without peeing everywhere. I did not pee on my nurse today though!

Dr Cox told me a funny (but rather sickening) story about one of his toddler patients who will eat nothing but Cheetos and Pepsi. If his fat pig parents try to feed him anything else, he will scream and get the Cheetos out of the cupboard to dump on the table.

Dr Cox encouraged me to be exclusively breastfed for as long as possible. Babies don't even develop digestive enzymes until 9 months old. My first food will be green veggies of some sort. My mom eats a lot of peas from Whole Foods so maybe I will try fresh organic peas first.

box of straws

In this photo, you will see my family of deer. You will also notice all of the pretty oak trees. On the day we arrived home from our trip to the northwest, the property next door was marked with survey flags. Uh oh, that cannot be good. The very next day, the heavy equipment arrived and all of the trees were promptly murdered, and subsequently burned. The noise is making me crazy! You cannot get a decent nap around here. My deer family is frightened and they are now just starting to come around again. My dad has been putting out extra birdseed for them so that they don't blame us for destroying their home.

And then there was the tarantula that must be a refugee from the deforestation. On Thursday night, there was a big (I mean BIG . . . like the size of my head) tarantula on the outside of our back window. My mom had a fit and told my dad that THIS was the last straw (she says that a lot these days).

And then came Friday morning. My mom woke up early to get some work done while me and my dad lazed around. Before 7:00am, we had another water problem. This time, luckily, we were home and the house didn't flood like it did back in May. My mom knows how to shut off the water supply very quickly now. The neighborhood water system was pressured up way too high again, putting all of the homes on the line in grave danger of exploding.

Does anyone want to buy my house? Tarantulas, scorpions, floods - no extra charge!

Oh yeah, and then let's talk about our trip to downtown Dripping Springs earlier this week. We went to buy stamps at the post office. It really hadn't been that long since our last trip to the post office. Well, it doesn't exist anymore. All of the shops were boarded up and there was a scrawny stray dog running down the middle of the road all ghost-town-style.

my great-grandfather

After I tired myself out at the ocean, I went over to visit great-grandfather Bobby and grandma Sharon. Bobby caught on pretty quickly that I have ticklish feet and I laughed and smiled at him. Even though I slept for most of the afternoon, we had a lovely visit. Since I am so cute, people just like to look at me and talk about me being so perfect. When I woke up, Bobby held me for a while. He said he had not held a new baby since my grandmother Roberta was a newborn (more than 60 years ago!!). Sharon held me for a long time too - until I got so heavy that her arms almost fell off.

The most interesting story of the day was Bobby talking about lowering the flag to half-mast when President Roosevelt died. I hope my dad got a video of that story.

We look forward to visiting great-grandfather Bobby and grandma Sharon in Florida later this year when they go back there. Seems like a nice life to spend summers in the northwest and winters in Florida.

vacation: more day 2 (09/20/09)

This is me, my dad, and my great-grandmother sitting a few feet away from the Pacific Ocean. Not the best photo ever taken. My mom must have caught us off-guard or something. You will see that my parents dressed me up like a dork thinking that it was going to be cold outside. My hood has bunny ears on it! By the end of the afternoon, I had pretty much stripped down to only a t-shirt so I could enjoy the fresh warm ocean air. It was the perfect day and we strolled along for hours watching the boats and the birds. There was so much to look at and everything smelled so good and clean. The sky is not brown in Washington like it is in Texas.

vacation: day 2 (09/20/09)

This is me and my dad at the Marine Science Center. I had never seen real fish before so I got bug-eyed with excitement. I got to put my hand in the fish tank to pet some creatures. Don't worry . . . I washed my hands afterward! I talked with the director of the Marine Science Center for a long time and I learned a lot about fish. It helped affirm my decision to be vegetarian. When my sister was little, she wanted to be a marine biologist. Maybe I will consider that too.

vacation: day 1 (09/19/09)

This is me in the Austin airport preparing for my journey to the northwest. We got off to a bit of a rough start; I had an episode of projectile vomiting before I boarded my flight. (I think I just got too excited and overate.) Once I got on the airplane though, I was perfect. I sat and chatted and played the entire flight. Everyone loved me and I seemed like a perfect angel - especially compared to the two bratty children who had to be dragged onto the plane against their will! So annoying. Alaska Airlines was very nice . . . family friendly. You wouldn't believe how much stuff you have to cart with you when you are a baby and the airline let us check a lot of stuff for free at the gate.

I slept for the entire car ride from Seattle to Port Angeles. So did my dad. When we arrived at my great-grandmother's house shortly after midnight, she had just returned from her 67th high school reunion and she was eagerly awaiting my arrival. I was a bit grouchy when I got there and I had to go directly to bed but she was so happy to see me.

adios america, bonjour canada

Bonjour! I am in Canada right now. Since I have been cooped up and trying to hide from the oppressive Texas heat all summer long, I had no idea that people could ever enjoy the outdoors so much. I have been walking by the ocean. And I put my little baby feet in a patch of bright green fuzzy grass without fear of being eaten alive by fire ants. The weather is perfect and the flowers are still in full bloom.

This me and my mom on the ferry from Port Angeles, Washington to Victoria, BC. It was a perfect day for an ocean voyage. I was such a good boy on the ferry . . . just like I was a good boy on my flight to the northwest.

gotta go. I have a full day planned tomorrow. I am going to the ocean, the park, Pags, and maybe to do a bit of shopping. I need to shop because my mom did a terrible job of packing and I pretty much have nothing to wear. Maybe I can buy a shirt with a picture of a beaver on it.

my first solo outing

I don't have any photos to prove it but, on Wednesday, I went to visit Terese and Jo without my mom. My mom had some work to do around the house and I really don't like being set down so Terese and Jo offered to visit with me and I had such a fun time . . . other than when they had to try to make me eat from a bottle.

I am still not so sure about that whole bottle nonsense. I am getting better though; last week when Terese came over to practice the bottle with me, I drank 2 oz and my dad got me to eat 1/2 oz on Sunday.

I am so brave. I stayed with Terese and Jo for four hours or so. We played and chatted and danced and did I ever sleep good that night! They are so much fun and they love to tell me how cute and smart I am.

bonne fete

Yesterday, I celebrated my three month birthday. Bonne fete! No, we didn't celebrate with cupcakes but my dad did buy me a cute shirt (size 6 months) and a new toy. This photo was taken at the babyshower we had at my mom's work just a few days before I was born. I am practicing my French because I will be going to Canada soon. My passport arrived in the mail (I look like a thug) and my mom promptly booked our flights to get outta here. We will first visit my great-grandparents in Washington then go to Victoria, BC. I am so excited to meet them and to see the ocean. Today, my sister came over to help me try on warmer outfits so I know what to take with me. It sure won't be 100+ degrees in the northwest.

pony patch

This is me playing in my pony patch sometime in the middle of August. You can tell it is an older photo because my hummingbird outfit doesn't fit me anymore. Suddenly last week, I woke up one morning and had absolutely nothing to wear so I was forced to go shopping. I HATE shopping and I scream whenever I enter a store no matter how happy I am on the way there or in the seconds before we go inside. I suppose my mom should be thankful about my hatred of shopping otherwise she probably would have spent way too much money this summer while she wasn't working. Not much to do in 100+ degree heat other than go to the mall! Instead, we have been mostly housebound. I am just now starting to love my pony patch. Whenever my mom's arms are about to break off from carrying me around all day, we will go upstairs to my bedroom and play either in my pony patch or with my new mobile. Yesterday, I realized that if I kick the sides of my pony patch, I can shake the animals around all by myself. p.s. my dad will probably think this photo is goofy because I didn't rotate it but you have to be a rocket scientist to mess around with formatting on my blog. UGH!

the back of my head

This is a picture of the back of my head. No one ever gets to see it in photos. I am losing some hair in the front and on the top of my head and I look a bit like a middle-aged accountant. But look how thick and dark my hair is in the back! My dad is probably jealous; last week, he gave himself a haircut and he has some patchy/bald bits but my mom says it will grow back so he shouldn't cry about it.
This photo was taken at Romeo's when we had lunch with my dad. There isn't much my mom can eat at Romeo's these days. Manicotti is off limits because of my aversion to dairy.
During lunch, we met a woman who thought I was the cutest baby ever (who doesn't think that???). She told us that she has a baby boy and Atticus is one of the names she considered. Instead, she opted for Knox.

the love of my life (so far)

This is a picture of me and Jo. I love her and she adores me. The day after the dreaded meeting at my mom's work, I had lunch at Terese's house with my mom, Jo and Mamie. Jo had five children of her own and she has a handful of grandchildren. She is one of those people who knows just how to talk to babies and she says all of the right things. We danced and chatted all afternoon. I could listen to her all day talk about how perfect I am. Jo also has interesting stories about how babies were raised years ago. She says people used to tape coins to baby belly buttons to get them to flatten out. We are going to ask her to try a bottle with me. If anyone can convince me that a bottle might be a good idea, it is Jo.

lunch with the ladies

Last Wednesday, I went to my mom's work again so we could talk with her supervisor about plans for the future. I really do NOT want my mom to go back to work. Do you know how hard it is to train someone to know when I want to read stories or play elephants or just sit and chat? UGH! You will see in this photo that I dressed up in my fancy outfit hoping to make a good impression so that they wouldn't take my mom away from me and force her to return to work. We recently peeked in the window of a daycare center (not that I would ever go somewhere like that) and I was horrified to see that the room was filled with little wooden cribs . . . like prison cells for infants. After the meeting at work, I had lunch with Ellen, Molly, and cute Lisa at the Texas Capitol (my second trip there). The ladies sure like me. I like it that Lisa always wears pink in our photos. By the way, my cuteness made a good impression: we got word early this morning that my mom's leave will be extended and, after that, she will work from home. YAY!

happy (belated) birthday to my great-grandfather

On August 13, my great-grandfather Bobby celebrated his 85th birthday. I also celebrated my 9-week birthday that day. Happy birthday to us! Sadly, my grandfather celebrated his birthday in the hospital. I celebrated my birthday by attending a hearing about our water rates. More about the water later. Let's talk about my grandfather! Here is a photo of him and my mom last September in Dallas. He came to Austin and they made a trip to Dealey Plaza (where Kennedy died). Bobby spent a good amount of time chatting with a fellow who, as a young boy, witnessed what happened there. Like most people, Bobby left the plaza and the museum convinced that there is no possible way Oswald could have committed the crime. I hope to meet Bobby soon so he can tell me interesting stories about places he has been (Alaska, South Pacific, South America etc). Maybe he will come here, or I will go to Washington or Florida to see him. He probably would have come here in his motorhome to see me this summer if he hadn't been sick. He is going to think I am the cutest baby in the world. When I am older, he and I can eat waffles and strawberries together - and cookies for dessert! No matter where he goes to eat for breakfast, he always compares his waffles to the ones at the Cornerhouse. He has been eating at the Cornerhouse since he started working as a lineman for the City forever ago. Back to the Kennedys . . . most people probably don't know that my name was going to be Kennedy Anne had I been a girl. My parents didn't finalize names until they were en route to the hospital to have me; it became apparent on Fitzhugh Road that there wasn't much time left to mess around with names! Happy birthday, Bobby. I will see you soon. Feel better!

happy birthday to me / lucky number 13

On August 11, I celebrated my two month birthday. I woke up in the morning thinking that I would get to do something really special to celebrate my birthday. My dad was home from work on a weekday so that could only mean good things, right? You'd think that my parents would take me to the zoo or somewhere like that . . . or at least to the bakery to gaze at cupcakes I will someday eat. I guess they "forgot" to tell me that a two month birthday means a doctor's visit with shots. Oh dear. We got to the doctor's office and I had to undress immediately to get weighed and measured. I am now 13lb and 13 oz. I am 23 1/4 inches tall. Still a big and very heavy baby. While I was naked on the scale, I took the opportunity to squirt pee into the air. This time, I didn't have my usual cuddly nurse who tickles my armpits to get my temperature, but my pee squirt brought her running to help me. The doctor tells me I am so perfectly healthy. And then I got my shots. Ouch ouch did that ever hurt. But I am brave. I was a bit fussy in the afternoon and evening. I slept so well last night though because the doctor told my parents that it is obvious that I should be sleeping in bed with them. I sleep for 30 minutes independently in my bassinet or for several hours with them. Knowing that I wouldn't be kicked out of their bed last night due to doctor's orders, I slept from 11:00pm until 5:30am. We had many visitors last night, including my dear friend Luka. We are getting ready for a hearing about our water rates (water, again??!!!???) so neighbors had to come over and give my mom letters so she can represent them. I met a new friend named Bear and another boy named Jagger. Cute. Here is a photo of me and Luka and another of my dad holding me.

new friends

I have made some new friends in the past several weeks and visited with old friends. Since this google blog is somewhat awkward to format, I will put in my photos, and tell my stories, and readers can figure out which goes with which . . . kind of like a fun puzzle!

I had lunch with baby Jensen. We went to Walton's Fancy and Staple. Jensen is four months old (born on my dad's birthday after 19 hours of labor OUCH). He is such a cheerful and handsome fellow and I really liked his sweater vest. His mom is also named Stephanie (how confusing is that?) and they used to work together until she had Jensen and then quit her job to stay home with him. I am thinking that is what my mom should do too. It makes no sense to pay someone else to play with me all day while my mom goes to work just to pay the nanny. Dumb. And we have our things we like to do each day (our routina, as my dad would say in his Spanish talk).

My mom also took me to visit her work on August 5. I was very popular there and everyone knew where my name comes from. Lots of people held me. Here is a photo of me with Eric. This Eric is not to be confused with the evil lazy Eric though. This is the nice Eric. He used to be somewhat of a vain beefcake until he had a baby girl in January. I don't know many boys so I was a bit nervous that I wouldn't like it if he held me but I smiled and smiled and made some boy talk. He even used sanitizer before he picked me up! I also let Glenn hold me (he also used hand sanitizer) but he thought my name was Calpurnia.

And then there is cute Lisa. She came to my house on Sunday August 9. I was so happy to see her after I spent the morning in yet another boring meeting about water. It seems like people around here are obsessed with water and not having water or having 6,000 gallons of it splashing through the house and busting out walls. All I know is that I like to have a bath. I smiled at Lisa a lot because she told me how cute I am. She says I am "entirely too cute." True. If I ever agree to eat from a bottle, Lisa will babysit me. I think that will be fun. She used to be a teacher and she has an MA in psychology so we can have some meaningful conversations. I suppose I should include a photo of me not really interested in my bottle. It doesn't make any sense to take milk out and put it in a bottle. Silly. We will try again soonish though so my dad can feed me sometimes.

12lb 6oz

This morning, my mom called the doctor because my diaper rash is not letting up. It all started with a glass of lemonade to celebrate my sister's birthday. Sadly, I was not able to see my beloved dr and I was forced to see the frosty doctor with leathery hands. The nurse was able to confirm that I am a big baby! 12lb 6oz. The highlight of my doctor's visit was when the doctor asked about my pee and I was able to make the biggest one ever to show her. It was like when you hold a garden hose up in the air and it arcs and sprays everywhere. I got three of the walls, all of the chairs etc. It was my grandest pee ever!

six week birthday

On Thursday, my six week birthday, we woke up to yet another water outage. Happy birthday to me. Stupid Sam. It is very hard to keep an infant clean without water. We got annoyed so we decided to set out. We met my dad for lunch at Hyde Park and then visited the baby store. I did NOT sleep through lunch, if you could believe it! Here is me at lunch. I am hollering about the water. I knew that this water outage would mean that I would have to miss my beloved bedtime bath. Speaking of bedtime, I have had two milestones in my sleeping career this week. 1) My mom set me down on Friday so I could chat with my baby friend in the mirror and I put myself to sleep - quite by accident. 2) On Saturday, I slept from midnight until just before 5:00am. The baby books consider that to be sleeping through the night. I don't know if I qualify as sleeping through the night though since I spent the entire night sleeping on my mom. We have had some bad nights this week since I am way gassy. I don't know what my mom is eating to make me so gassy but she keeps cutting different foods from her diet and there aint much left.

weeks 5 and 6

I have had a pretty busy week (as usual).

Here is a photo with me visiting with my sister. I have been lucky enough to visit with her several times this week. On Friday, she came over and helped me get my clothes organized . . . even though I would prefer NOT to wear clothes. I have outgrown all of my newborn clothes and some of my 0-3 months clothes so we have started on the 3-6 months size now. I don't know how I got so big. Some people worried that I would be a runt since my mom was vegetarian during her pregnancy and some people also seem misinformed that breastfed babies are frail. I am HUGE but a healthy kind of huge.

great grandmother's birthday

July 20 was my great grandmother's 85th birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Just in time for her birthday, she is learning how to use the computer. Here is a picture of my great grandmother when she visited Austin for my babyshower. She went to the baby store with my mom, my grandmother, and my sister. My sister was trying desperately to convince my mom to purchase this cute diaper bag that matches SO perfectly with my stroller and it just happened to fall off the shelf onto my great grandmother's head! My mom should have realized it was like a sign from god and bought the bag but she didn't. My great grandmother did buy us a lot of nice things (she spoiled us) . . . including my crib that I will someday sleep in.

It has still been unbearably hot here. Yesterday, though, it was only 95 degrees so we had lunch with my sister on the patio at Whole Foods. I mostly slept through lunch but I did get to see some birds splashing around in the stream. It's funny how 95 seems cool when you are accustomed to 108 degree days. I like Whole Foods so much better than HEB. I get very mad when I have to go to HEB because it is gross to see big fat americans strolling through the store overloading their carts with Lean Cuisine, diet soda, cookies, and chips. The produce at HEB is of terrible quality too and the milk shelf stinks like cat pee.

On Sunday, I made my first giggle. The blue elephant that is attached to my bassinet can be funny when I am in the right kind of mood. Sometimes in the day now I will go in my bassinet to play by myself. I like my mirror (and the cute chatty little baby who lives in it). I peed on my mirror today. oops. By 11:00 this morning, I filled up the washing machine with dirty clothes and bedding.

In other exciting news, I got a rocking chair last night. A family from my sister's Waldorf school loaned it to us. He delivered it to our house late last night so I tried it out today and I like it! It will be perfect for reading Corduroy over and over and over again.

Happy birthday grandma!

Atticus 1 Month

Ok- here I am - One month old now. It's a tough life being a baby. It's like you have to cry for everything these days. Well, let's see - I went to the Dr. this week cause I had a goopy eye, but everything turned out to be nothing, I weigh 10 lbs 3 oz. now - that would be about 5 or so kilos for my Grandma in Canada...

Here's me at 4 weeks:





The next day I went to dad's work and met the ladies. They're cute. Here's a picture of Lana and Sylvia:

And Dottie, Mom and I.

And also - I met a friend on the internet - Luka. He's real cool. He likes to sleep a lot too. He lives right up the street from me. He's 5 days older. We partied last night - way past bedtime. Rock and Roll!!!

If you don't give us what we want (milk) -we'll crap in our pants!!!