Laying around watching a little TV

Ok, so I am watching a little TV. I know, I know. . . . tv is the ruination of America's youth and blah blah blah. This is no ordinary TV watching we're talking about here. This is an educational video or maybe the Olympics, I can't remember which. Anyway, I am anly allowed to watch TV if I can roll over fast enough to catch a minute or two before Mommy and Daddy turn it off or make me do my exercises (sitting up, rolling over, standing, etc). All in all, I am not too impressed with TV. Just a bunch of trash that the media tries to make seem real life. Nobody lives those lives, and not one "family drama" has ever been resolved in 30 minutes (including commercials). But the Olympics I like. Flashy colors, music, quick changes in scenery. That appeals to my infant attention span. But enough about TV.

I am off to the Doctor tomorrow for some more shots and my 6 month check-up. We will see how much I have grown and if I have reached all of my "milestones" so far. I'm guessing yes, maybe even a little ahead of the game. But that may just be me being confident. Well, I gotta go and do that thing that babies do. Check back soon and I'll have an update for you.

Sittin on the dock of the bay. . . . or couch in the living room.

This was me just thinking while typing so feel free to get the glassy eyed look until you get past this. . . . . So there I was, sittin on the group W bench. . .oh wait, I've used that before. Ok, sittin here drinkin tryin to keep from thinkin I'm a boozin my troubles away? No, I don't drink (except for Mommy milk). So what. . . . I'm sitting (obviously) , I want to be a person of action. . . ooooh, I got it.

Get up stand up! Stand up for your rights! Bob Marley, one of the worlds great poets and Buffalo Soldiers. Not on board with all of his ideas and politics, but I can appreciate his artistry. Anyway, since I've blown my clever (at least to me) opening, I'll get to the point. Here I am sitting up on the couch . I still need a little support to be able to sit up well. I've almost got it down though. Only occasionally falling over, but a lot of slowwwwly slumping over and then laying down in a weird cross between sitting and sprawling that is not as uncomfortable as it looks. I would have a picture of it but M & D can't stand to see me in that slump/sprawl so I don't have one to post.
I have also started to try and crawl, all I get right now is butt up head down then head up butt down. A little stationary see-saw action. I haven't quite gotten the whole body up on my hands and knees yet. Of couse once I do I'll have to figure out all that left right left right stuff and which hand moves with which foot thing. Conceptually, I've got it. I will just have to develop the manual dexterity for it. Mostly I "air swim" a lot. . . . yea, a whole lot of air swimming. I roll over to my belly now a lot too. I used to roll over from my belly to my back, so you'd think that I could roll from back to belly and back (to belly) but again, not the case. I guess those acts do not share the same neural pathways and I have to locate the right ones to be able to put it all together. Who would have ever thought that learning how to roll over would be so flingin flangin hard. But with practice I will soon be mobile. . . . then I will slowly take over the world.
"What are we going to do today brain? Same thing we do every day Pinky, try to take over the world" (from the Pinky and the Brain cartoon)
Oh, a little blast from the past for you. This is me at about 20 minutes old. Check out that nose. Mommy must have corners in her guts.

Beef. . . . it's what's for dinner.

I am hongry! I still have not quite mastered the whole eating with a spoon thing, but I can feed myself from a sippy cup. I enjoy spitting it out a lot though. Makes quite a mess. Not so much fun for Mommy and Daddy though. Still only Mommy milk or Rice cereal made with Mommy milk, though soon I will be able to eat carrots and peas and such. All I really want is a big old greasy burger. "Look, I understand there are things people do or say that they can never take back. Never take back! But what would you be if you didn't even try. . . . you have to try. So after a lot of thought and reconsideration. If it's not too late, could you make that a cheeeeeese-burger." (Lyle Lovett)
I will post more regularly in the coming days, I've been extremely busy learning how to roll over and sit up and eat cereal and go ppttttttb at people. So I've missed out on some blogging, but I am back in the groove now so check back often. Peace and Love, L