Quit staring at my man boobies. |
My tubby. I love bath time (after Aunty Kris taught my mom about temperature control). I'm not a splasher, I'm a soaker. I like the luxury of a bath. The relaxation. But this last week or so my little blue tub would overflow when I would sit in it. And it even started creaking a little. Not great for my self esteem. Dad finally told my mom it was time to put me in the big tub. They settled on the kitchen sink. I love it. It's pretty slippy, but I'm digging it. It's like a personal hot tub. Turn on the jets, mom! Bring in some bikini girls too! Throw a couple burgers on the grill for me, why don't cha.
Do they make this is King Kole size? |
My cribber. Recently, I have enjoyed trying different positions to sleep in. At night, mom tucks me in really tight so I stay put. And most of the time I am too sleepy to squirm all around. But for naps I like to be creative. Try new things. Expand my horizon. When I was younger, this was easy. I had all the space in the world- but no strength to get there. Now, that I can get to where I want to be.... I don't fit all that well. If I lay vertically my wings can touch both sides and I like to grasp the sides. If I lay horizontally....I'm a little cramped.
Can you picture me and my fine behind on the beaches of Brazil? |
My didies. I've been a size three since I was about 2 months old. I skipped Newborns, wore Ones for like a week and went right to 2s. Then I went up to 3s and there I have happily stayed. Until this last week when mom kept putting me in these teeny tiny diapers. I mean SMALL! I was getting little cuff marks on my thighs. She would apologize and explain that there was still half a box left. What does THAT mean? Why do I care? Get me some relief. Since she didn't seem to understand the way I was communicating... I tried a different tactic. Peeing. Peeing as hard and as long as I could. I knew if I could really saturate my diaper I could get it to leak. It worked like a charm. For three nights I peed through my diaper, onesie, jammies, and sheets! Hahaha! That'll show you mom! She caved and her and dad got me my new glorious 4s. I finally have some breathing room.
I'm not as bald as the camera makes me look. I swear. |
Bottles. My mom has started me on the most fantastic foods. I love pears and sweet potatoes and carrots and bananas and apples and even the rice cereal. So good. I don't love.... the peaches. I spit them out on mom's face. Oh, it's classic. A real laugh. Mom had tried giving me a bottle with some water in it.. what am I? A rookie? An amateur? C'mon- I'm eating big kid food give me a big kid cup! A sippy, please. I love my sippy. I can hold it and tilt it and throw it. Sometimes I can even get some water to come out! I think it makes me look distinguished and mature. Don't tell...but I still would take a bottle of milk....I liked being spoiled sometimes a lot!