Shots. . . . we don't want no stinkin shots

I got my 1st round of "Baby" shots on Friday. Needless to say it was awful. I hate getting shots. I mean, here I am all happy and peaceful and then I get stuck in the leg with four count em FOUR needles (2 in each thigh). I wasn't expecting that! C'mon people, I don't know about needles and shots and all that stuff. I didn't know what to expect. If I'd known, then I could have sought my happy place (see previous post on "Mood swings" and chocolate milk filled boobies) and maybe it wouldn't have hurt so much. Since I was unprepared, it hurt like a mother, and it made me feel bad for two days. I was sore and cranky and worried my poor Mommy and Daddy 1/2 to death because I didn't sleep or eat like normal. Shots are just plain wrong, and now I'm told that I have to get more in two months. Forget it, I'm going AWOL on that day.

The death of the "online" little prince.

Saddly enough, I have to report that the online link to the Little Prince has been destroyed by the evil machinations of the publisher. Mr. Martini apparently did not receive permission to publish it online and has been killed for his impunity. Here is a copy of the letter that the link will take you to now.

Dear Mr. Martini:
I am writing on behalf of the Trade Division of Harcourt, Inc., which as you may
know, is the publisher of The Little Prince. This message is about, as the
Little Prince would say, a "matter of consequence."
Your Web site (www.martini.net/LittlePrince) has come to our attention, since
you've posted the complete text and illustrations from the book on this site.
The Little Prince is protected by copyright, and may not be reproduced without
our prior written permission. We don't want to seem like hard-hearted
businessmen (and women) and we certainly share your fondness for this work, but
it's just not appropriate to copy the entire book and make it freely available
for others to take. Accordingly, I must ask that you take the book down off
your site at once. Would you please contact me immediately to confirm that this
has been done? Thank you.
Sincerely,
Kira Glass
Director of Interactive Marketing
Harcourt Trade Publishers, a division of Harcourt, Inc.
525 B Street, Suite 1900
San Diego, CA 92101

So, you can't get it online now. I would still suggest that you run out and purchase a copy as soon as you can. Excellent book and worth the 10$ or so that it costs. Peace, L

More choices for 1st baby picture

Here are some more choices for the 1st baby picture to distribute to all the family and friends. I may have a few more to post as I edit them. I have a week or two before the family starts asking about it and Mommy and Daddy really get pressured to pass out pictures to everybody.

this one is at 20 days old (donut baby), but I think it is a possible choice.

This one is at 6 days old (hoody sleeper)

This one (I like to call it "burrito baby") is at 5 days.

this one is at 9 days old (fetal position).

I also consider the picture on the other post about baby pictures being lost (swaddled up in blue -- stretching for a Bob Dylan reference there) and the picture for my profile (this is me). Let me know which one of these is best.

Mommy and Daddy's other baby (my protector)

This is Guinness (like the beer) and he is a big baby. He is a 75 pound (give or take) Boxer mix. He is a little jealous of me right now, but he still loves me. Whenever I cry he starts to yelp and whine outside. He is pretty rambunctious (sp ??) so I haven't met him up close and personal yet. He is as gentle as he could be, but he is big and clumsey and may hurt me in his excitement. When I get a little bigger, Daddy said he was going to make a saddle so I could ride Guinness around the yard. . . . that should be fun.

They lost my "baby pictures"

I had my picture taken in the hospital on the same day that this one was taken (2 days old). You know the ones, out-of-date back ground, screaming baby, the parents buy 5000 prints and give out one to everybody they know. Well, the photographer LOST MY PICTURES! I am fired up!
Hello, a digital camera. . . .how do you lose the pics. I saw them, they were on the memory card. Shouldn't you check and make sure they downloaded before erasing the card. I could just spit-up over it I'm so mad. Oh, and they gave Mommy and Daddy the run around for a month before saying that they don't have them. Their attitude. . . . sorry, better luck next time. Whaaaattt. . . . . . Foul filth and filth and foul!!!!!!! Stupid 1st Family Photography!!!
Anyway, since I am sans picture. I need to pick out a new picture to use for the mass distribution of mantle fodder to the friends and relatives and I would like your help. I will take your suggestions into account. Any picture you like in this blog (or those I post soon) are candidates. Just comment on this post with the picture post title or description. I'll let you know which way we go in a few days. Thanks.

Expanding my emotional range

I have decided that I need to be more expressive. Since I can't enroll in an Experimental Theatre group at the University, Please. . .no. . . please. . . no (if anyone gets that TV reference then you too have been sucked into a show doomed for cancellation and I grieve for you). Anyway, I have been working on ways to do that. My verbal skills still leave a little to be desired, and I can't carry a computer around with me all day. . . . So, I decided to practice body language and facial expression. Body language still needs some work. All I have is stiff as a board, kicky legs, and wavy arms. But I think I'm doing pretty good on facial expression. I will let you look at the pics and try to guess what emotion/feeling I am trying to portray. I'll tell you what each one is down at the bottom of the post. No peaking. . . .
#1
#2

#3
#4

#5

Ready for the answers? Here you go in no particular order.
#3 Either I've just ate a bug, or this is me being a "smarty pants" . . . . mmnnnaahhh! pptttttb!
#1 "You will do my bidding varlat. . . . bring me a bottle." I just saw a thing for a rennaisance festival so I guess I channeled a Princess for a second. This one means that I am very unhappy with you right now and if you don't make it better quick fast and in a hurry I am going to have you beheaded. . . . or at least cry about it.
#4 Fascination . . . . and curiosity or amazement.
#5 "I'm skeered Mama, hold me" I am from the south after all. Fear
#2 What the heck is that? I am totally confused. . . . . I plan on using this one a lot when I'm older. Lowers expectations so I can "over-achieve". Just kidding.

My very 1st rant. . . . and some info.

Well. I've decided that I will not be posting topical photograghs of me with every post. Don't worry, the posts will still mostly include picture updates. But I've started to learn a few things and will occasionally open the concepts up for discussion so I can get other points of view. I don't want to be close minded when I grow up. On these posts I may include a picture that sparked the question (like maybe a picture of Arlo Guthrie or an old diner for the previous post about the group W bench) or something that fits the post (like the picture of the little prince) .That being said. . . .
This is Ophelia, by J.W. Waterhouse. Big fan of his by the way. He painted real people. Yeah, they may mostly by skinny, but he painted people how they actually look. Freckles and all. Since I am growing up in a society that is so caught up in the "image" of perfection, how am I supposed to combat the constant barrage of images of somebody else's ideal. Why can't I make my own ideal and live up to it? This is coming from a comment that was made about skinny babies and fat babies. Apparently, it is the mass opinion that you have to be a little porker to be healthy. Sad really, be fat when your a baby but skinny when your older. Make up your minds people. It is confusing to the little people. Just to let you know, I am considered by many to be a skinny baby. Maybe so, but I am healthy and growing so what of it? There, I did it. . . . my 1st rant.

The little prince. BEST BOOK EVER . . . ever??? too strong. Really good book

Ok, New favorite book. I'll update the profile later.
The Little Prince
written and illustrated byAntoine de Saint Exupéry
translated from the French by Katherine Woods. Outstanding! There is another English translation by some dude. The Woods x-lation is better (a teeny bit). It is a must read and own. If you can't find the Woods x-lation the other one is entirely acceptable. It seems to me that Woods looked more at the period it was written and what Exupery meant when he said something in her x-lation (almost an abridgement instead of x-lation), and the Dude looked a little more at direct x-lation. No concepts were lost, but not quite the same. Both very good.
I haven't figured out that whole "links" thing yet, give me a break. . . I'm only 6 weeks old. So here is a link to the online text. http://www.angelfire.com/hi/littleprince/frames.html
Outstanding for adults to read to their kids, for kids to read, and for adults to read for themselves. Just so you know, I saw the snake right off. You'll get it when you read the book. My mommy is the Rose and Daddy the Prince. I have them both tamed. . . .another inside reference. Love it love it love it!

Mood swings. . . . . I think not

Ok, all these pictures were taken in the span of about 3 minutes. And they say women have mood swings. Psssshhh, whatever! Here is my narative of these pics, so you can see what I mean.
Sleeping peacefully.

Was rudely interupted from my dream of a giant boobie filled with chocolate milk (even babies dream of chocolate)



Showing my displeasure at being disturbed, without making a big fuss about it.

Making absolutely sure that my point is getting across, and subtley letting Mommy and Daddy know that next time I won't be so nice about it.

Making a little grunting noise (since I can't talk yet) as emphasis. Starting the trip back to the land of Nod and my dream of chocolate milk filled boobies.

Back to sleep, and my happy dream. See, women do not, contrary to popular belief, experience mood swings. It is all a vicious lie propagated by the male to keep women down. Shame on them (except Daddy. . . he's good).

This is my Daddy and me taking a nap. Second best place to sleep by the way. I don't get to see Daddy all day, so we try and spend as much time together as possible when he gets home from work and on the weekends. We watch football together on Saturdays. Roll Tide!!!!
My Mommy had a check-up yesterday (she's great) and took me by the lactation center at the hospital to get a current weight for me. I am up to 7 lbs 10 oz now. I lost a few oz's after birth (got down to 4 lbs 9 oz) and at two weeks was back to Birth weight of 5 lbs even. Since I'm now 6 weeks and a day old, I've put on 2 lbs 10 oz in 4 weeks. Not too shabby.
We went by Daddy's office after the Dr. appointment and everyone oooh'd and ahhh'd over me. Makes a girl feel good to have people get all excited when they see you. Mommy and Daddy don't get that (it is apparently all about me now) but they don't mind, I think.

Nap time with Mommy

This is me and Mommy. This is some good sleep too, best place to nap in the world. Warm and close to Mommy's heartbeat. It is almost like I was still in the womb. I like my new digs though. I have my own room and stuff. Pretty good for 6 week old. Mommy stays at home with me all day and when Daddy gets home I spend some time with him while Mommy naps.

Hmmmm. . . could it be . . . . . The Church Lady

I went to church for the 1st time last Sunday. This was the 1st time I got to get real dressed up. This was supposed to be my coming home from the hospital outfit, but I was 3 weeks early so it only now fits me. I think I look pretty cute, not to be vain or anything.
Mommy and Daddy have been going to Westwood Baptist ( http://www.wwbc.org/ ) for a long time, they are pretty active in the pre-school ministry. I think they were preparing for my arrival and trying to do something to help out. I didn't go to the nursery though, it is kinda hard when I have to nurse every few hours. My nursing schedule doesn't exactly match up to the services and Sunday School classes yet. My days and nights are a little mixed up too, so that makes going to church difficult still. Hopefully we will all get into a routine that makes going a little easier, we missed going this Sunday because we were up all night. I do soooo enjoy going to hear more about God.

There I was. . . sittin on the Group W bench

O.K. So I was listening to some "Alice's Restaraunt" (Arlo Guthrie) and I got to thinkin. . . . this is my "thinker" pose by the way. Anyway, this is my 6th week of being on the outside (like I was in prison or something) and things are starting to fall into a routine -- nurse, then diaper change, then sleep, then diaper change, then eat again and so on and so forth. Mommy and Daddy are spending lots of time talking to me and getting me to move around and generally just trying to expose me to different stimulus for better brain development. Yea, yea I know they're over the top. . . . but so do they, so what are you gonna do, huh? But back to the point. I am feeling a little, oh I don't know. . . . cooped up. Kinda like I was in the Army or Jail -- that's the connection to "Alice's Restaraunt" if you were wondering. Does this stop as you get older or become an everyday possibility? And if it does, what can a "sista" do to prevent it. What do you do?
I know that music is a good way, hence the whole Arlo Guthrie song thinkin episode. Quick aside. . . . I love my tunes, I just got 4 Bob Dylan cd's (Blonde on Blonde, Highway 61 Revisited, Blood on the Tracks, and Bringin it all back home) and a Johnny Cash (American Recordings III Solitary Man) . . . . ok, Mommy and Daddy got them, but everything that is theirs is mine too. I'm trying to track down a little Bill Withers, pre 1964 stuff. I love music. I'm kinda rambly today, not a lot of sleep last night -- U2 was on Conan, very good. Peace L

Don't make me angry. . . you won't like me angry

I have been told that I have a little bit of a temper. I don't know about that. I mean, how would you feel if while your eating someone snatched you up and flung you over a shoulder and started patting you on the back. That kinda takes all the discretion out of a burp. You can't be very "lady-like" in that situation, so of course I get mad. But I don't stay mad for long. I'm generally happy, unless I need a fresh diaper or I'm hungry. Thought you should see both sides of the coin so to speak.