Sun Safety

Today, mommy took me to Janie and Jack to buy a hat for the summer...




...but I looked so cool in the sunglasses, I had to get those, too.

My First Memorial Day

I celebrated my first Memorial Day this weekend. As you might imagine, daddy celebrated on the golf course...Friday, Saturday, and Monday! On Sunday, we went to meet daddy's Uncle Mike and Aunt Vicki at daddy's cousin David's house. Later that night, we went to mommy's friend Bill's house. He was having a cookout for a bunch of her friends from work. It was very exciting as I got to stay up an hour past my bedtime and I was able to hang out with my honorary Uncle JR. We are pretty tight ever since he diagnosed my jaundice when he came to visit me at the hospital when I was born. Plus, I remember him from all of the coffee breaks he would take with mommy and honorary Uncle Bill when mommy used to work. Man, those were the days!

Anyway, after daddy finished golfing (an hour late) on Monday, we went over to the Weber house. We had a potluck cookout along with the Henning family from church. There were seven children there including moi! I can't wait until I am old enough to play with them. As it was, I had to hang out with the grownups. It was kind of cool, though, because daddy changed my diaper not once, not twice, but three times while we were there. I don't know what got into him. He kept telling mommy that I needed to be changed, and she just said, "Okay, go ahead and change him." Daddy was confused (as he is used to changing approximately one diaper a week), but he did it anyway. It was confusing for me, too, but mommy assures me that we will both get used to it.

In other news, I've been spending time in the Exercauser granddaddy gave me at Christmas when I was still in mommy's tummy. I really like playing with all of the cool toys on it, and I can turn all the way around in it. It rocks.

On My Own...

Big news from the weekend! Mommy left me in the nursery at church for the first time. Apparently, this was a pretty big deal for her. I'm not sure, but I think she actually performed a cursory scan of the nursery to make sure there weren't any Cheez-Its in sight before she left me. She told me that she had a hard time concentrating on the sermon because she kept waiting for the nursery pager to go off in her hand, confirming her fears that I would break down while in the care of strangers. Needless to say, I was fine. I was so fine, in fact, that I took a nap while she was gone. Mommy was thrilled.

I also had a playdate over the weekend. Mommy's friends, Mike and Carol, brought their 4.5 week old baby, Peter, over for dinner on Saturday night. Uncle Bill came over, too. Mike held me for a little bit while mommy cooked dinner. It was nice to see his face after hearing his voice for nine months when I was in mommy's tummy. It was even nicer to not have to listen to them talk about PDBs, DCs, Darfur, the Jinjaweed, the AU, the crazy lady at the NSC, or the Abuja Peace Talks. There was so much excitement that I just couldn't go to sleep, so mommy and daddy let me stay up waaaay past my bedtime! I felt like such a big boy. Peter looked so much smaller than I am; I couldn't believe it when mommy told me that he is bigger than I was at that age.

Cheez-It Anyone?

Will somebody please explain to daddy that fifteen week old babies can NOT eat Cheez-Its?

Mommy let me hang out with daddy today while she ran an errand (and no, I didn't cry). When she got home, she told daddy that she wanted to wait until I'm at least six months old to start solid foods. Daddy said, "Interesting. I almost gave him a Cheez-It while you were gone." Needless to say, mommy FREAKED out. She tried to explain to daddy that babies have to be introduced to food very gradually so as to avoid food allergies and upsetting our delicate digestive systems...and that we usually start out on rice cereal. Daddy's response: "Rice cereal, Cheez-It, what's the difference?" Mommy is going into cardiac arrest even as we speak. To calm her down, daddy assured her that he was just going to give me a piece of a Cheez-It, but that didn't seem to help matters. I don't know that she'll ever leave me alone again...at least not without hiding all of the food.

Mama's Boy

I have a confession to make. I am a mama's boy. I can't live without her. On a bad day, I can't even close my eyes unless she is touching me. That way, I know she is still there even though I can't see her. I say it is endearing. Mommy is not so sure. My gran says that I am s-p-o-i-l-e-d, so I called her when mommy put me down for a nap just so she could know how miserable I am if mommy isn't in eyesight (and how I am instantly happy when she comes in to view). She was empathetic, telling me that mommy was the same way with her when she was a baby.

I am not nearly as bad as mommy was when she was little. I only cry for mommy if I can't see her when I am trying to take a nap or if she has left the house altogether. Is that so wrong? The only problem is, frankly, I'm a point where it has to be all mommy, all the time. Daddy actually tried taking over mommy duties last night so mommy could have two hours to herself on her birthday (I overheard her saying something about wanting go shopping sans stroller). It didn't work. He had to call her every fifteen minutes to let her know how upset I was that she was gone. After 45 minutes (and four phone calls), mommy surrendered and just came home. She may have been a little disappointed, but I don't really understand how she thought she could have a good time without me. Do you???

Our First Mother's Day

Today is mommy's first Mother's Day, so I wanted to do something really special for her. As a gift to her, I have not pooped my pants for the past FOUR nights. She told me is the best gift I could have possibly given her. I thought that was pretty funny, so I decided to laugh for her. She liked that even better than having me wake up without poop all over myself! Daddy doesn't poop on himself at all (well, most of the time), so he is probably wondering if he can also get away with giving that to mommy as a birthday gift on Tuesday. I don't think that will go over really well. He probably shouldn't pee-pee on her either, which I did...twice...today while I was in the bathtub. It was a really beautiful arc, and I nailed mommy right in the stomach. Daddy asked, "Is that pee?" No, dad, I managed to squirt water from my belly button. Of course, it is pee! Anyway, here we are, celebrating mommy's special day. Check out my new jammies (they are the six month size because I am SO long).



In other news, Mommy and I went for a walk on Friday WITH Winston and W. It was big fun. I like being outside in the stroller...but it sometimes makes me very sleepy and I usually can't make it through walking W and then Winston. It was nice to have some quality time with my doggie brothers, though. Maybe Winston will start warming up to me a little more if he thinks I am the one taking him for the walk. It's all I have to offer him until I can start giving him food.

One last thing, daddy played a mean trick on us. He told mommy and me that NBC is taking "Law and Order" off the air. Don't worry, they aren't...but here was my reaction when he told us:

Weekend Update

Sorry I've been away for a few days. I'm still recovering from my first Kentucky Derby (or is it daddy who is still recovering???)! We had a big weekend. Mommy ended up letting me have some quality bonding time with daddy Friday night while she went out with some old friends from work. Secretly, I was worried they were going to ask her to become the new director of CIA, but she assures me that she won't leave me anytime soon. Whew. Saturday, of course, was the Derby, and I had to spend the evening watching mommy tell daddy that I'm too young to have bourbon. Sunday, we went to church and then had the Webers over for dinner. Amidst all of this activity, mommy thought perhaps it would be a good time to try switching me to a four hour schedule. She is an idiot. The four hour thing worked really well in the morning, but I was in meltdown mode by the afternoon.



In other news, I'm becoming fast friends with my hands! They provide an endless source of entertainment. I'll let you know as soon as I'm able to get my entire fist in my mouth. I've been working on it, but haven't quite mastered the skill yet. I can, however, put my rattle in my mouth...when it doesn't hit my nose or my eye or my forehead by mistake. Hey, I'm not even 14 weeks old, so cut me some slack.

Like a Rolling Stone

Big news - I rolled over yesterday! Like most parents, mommy and daddy think I'm probably a child prodigy. Little do they know...I just did it because I abhor tummy time. Rolling over is simply the easiest way to end any tummy time session. I'm not sure if mommy is happier about the whole rolling over business or because I didn't poop all over myself last night. Well, that is only partially true. I did go, but it didn't go everywhere and I was actually able to stay in my jammies after waking up this morning. That is a minor miracle.

We have big plans today. I'm going to work on playing with my rattle and having it not hit me in the head. It rather startles me when that happens, and I am still trying to figure out whether I think it is funny or scary. I'll let you know what I decide. Then, tonight, I am supposed to have some quality bonding time with daddy while mommy goes to a White House happy hour. I'm trying to tell her that she can't have a happy hour if I'm not in it, so we'll see if she is actually able to leave me. I seriously doubt it.

Three Months and Counting

I celebrated my three month birthday today by taking my first big boy bath. Sure, it looks like I'm still in a "baby tub" but I'm not using the "newborn hammock" that came with it anymore. Today, I was actually really submerged in the water. I celebrated by peeing in a perfect arc into the kitchen sink and onto mommy's hydroponic basil. It was pretty cool, but I wouldn't eat her pesto for awhile if I were you.

PS - Mommy says it looks like her blue eyes are here to stay. It may still be too soon to tell but it gives her hope that perhaps some of her genes were, in fact, passed on to me.