Weekend update with Lola Collette and Tina Fey. . . . well, not really.

This is me in my Christmas present from my gwanny, also known as nanny (not my namesake - big nanny or my other nanny) or if you are not from the south and don't get our convoluted family trees she would be "The baby mama mama". It is also from my papa or for those of you who don't want a repeat of the 1st definition, "the baby mama daddy" (that all means my mom's mom and dad) Anyway, this was right after I got it and I could not touch the bottom (it is an Exersaucer for those of you who do not have wee little ones drooling on everything)
quick aside: Rhetorical question for those of you who DO NOT have the ability to censor yourselves, and not so much rhetorical if you do. Is there a word that is more gross than drool? I mean what is worse than a big puddle of slobber. Ewww gross. Plus, it just sounds gross. Drool. blech!!!
Ok the exersaucer has pretty much replaced the walker now. No more skinned up parents ankles to ram or stairs to go flying down. Just serene sitting in place and standing and turning and playing, but it IS NOT as my M & D are fond of saying a " baby sitter for the children" but a place to let the kid play while you run to the potty (I added that last part). I have to say, my "Graco Baby Einstein Discover and Play Activity Center" retail $99 at you local baby store is awesome. I can spin stuff, chew on stuff, pull, push, turn, twist, bend fold and/or spindle (what the heck is spindle anyway) while listening to Beethoven's 5th symphony or old MacDonald had a farm. . . . . e i e i o (or 3 other selections). It also has pictures of animals and will tell me the name in both English and Spanish and teach me the sound that animal makes with and actual recording of that animal. But my favorite part is getting to spin around in a circle and slobber all over everything. It is not gross, because it is not drool. Drool is a big puddle. . . . which is entirely different than a little smear of saliva. You lick an envelope before you close it, and if you happen to touch the sticky part you are not grossed out. But if you put you hand in a big old pool of drool that someone so thoughtfully left behind after their nap then you will shriek (those are the shrieking eels, and they always get louder just before they feed) and immediately begin furiously wiping said hand on your blue jeans to dry off the drool. Yeah, just tell me I'm wrong. We know the truth. You ain't got to lie Craig. You ain't got to lie.
Ok, I have pretty much lost the ability to continue this post in a manner that will in any way resemble coherence (clarence? . . . . no coherence) or sanity, so I will bid you adieu' with my final thought. . . . . If you imagine a tree falling in the woods, and no one is there to hear it. . . . . do you imagine the sound in your head?
Oh yeah, the weekend. Went to the church nusery for the 1st time (only for 1 hour). It was harder for M & D than for me. Though there was a little diaper bag mix-up and I got a little fussy before they figued out which one was mine. I had fun, new people, new stuff to play with, all around good.

A commemorative moment to celebrate my Daddy's birthday.

Ok then. My Daddy turned 33 years old yesterday. He says he has lived 1/4 of his usefull life. I am unsure of just how he did the math, cause mine says that he will live to be 132 years old based on the whole 1/4 thing. I will post how he proposes to do this at a later date.
Anyway, I do believe that that makes him officially old (33 that is). Not as old as he will become (apparently 132), not as old as dirt (somewhere between 4000 and 200 billion). Possibly as old as the hills (volcanoes can build hills pretty quick). To commemorate this momentous occasion, I have decided to fill that long ago promised post of me and my Daddy time lapsed for comparison. The first picture is my Daddy at about 3 months old - he's so old that his picture is in Black and White hahahahah. . . . . um. . . . maybe I shouldn't pick on Daddy for being old. . . . naaaa, he's a geezer. Anyway, Back in the day, you were supposed to let your baby sleep on their bellies, so he is pretty good at pushing himself up at this time. Here in the modern world, If you let your baby sleep on his/her belly then you will be reported to the child welfare services in your local area and brutally and savagely beaten with a club wrapped in rusty barb wire for being so stupid. That is not entirely true. Now the American Board for Pediatrics recommends that you put babies on their backs to sleep (lessens the chance of SIDS apparently - which is just scary). Oh, I've rambled a bit. . . . back to the pictures. (no beatings needed) In the second picture, you will see me edited to black and white, and not as good at holding myself up but doing pretty good. It is not a perfect match for shading and such, but you should get a pretty good idea of who I take after at the moment. Please take a moment to pray that I grow out of it and look more like Mommy when I get older.

Been a long time since I left you, without a dope beat to step to. . .

Ok, so maybe I don't have a dope beat for you. But I wanted to get out there and let you know where I've been lately. My Uncle Kirby, Aunt Lori and Cousin Olivia were home from Okinowa, Japan for the holidays and I have been spending all of my free time with them. My Uncle Kirby is in the Marine Corps (go Jar Heads!!!) They had to return to Japan and I won't get to see them for another year and a half. Yes, I am terribly sad! Here are a couple of pictures of the loved ones.

Uncle Kirby on a shave boycott.
Aunt Lori and Cousin Olivia (18 months old).
Then to top it all off, I got my 1st cold and a week later it became an ear infection. Lots and lots of fun that is I can tell you. But I am all better now. No more sniffles or infection.
Anyway, I should be able to return to regular blogging now. I will be posting some new pictures and give you all an update on my new accomplishments in the next few days. Also, I still have to scan in Daddy's baby picture and post it beside mine. The apple did not fall too far away from the tree as you will soon see. Hey!!! that may be my first rhyme. Maybe I could be a writer when I get older. Poetry is awesome. Pablo Neruda is my favorite (slightly ahead of Dr. Seuss).