Home Grown

Lately I've been having a growth spurt.  Mom says she's okay if I don't have one for awhile because her back hurts (We've heard enough of that broken record). My body grows.  Can I help that?  No. Things just don't feel the same as they used to or else I don't fit in them the way I used to.  For example:

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!

 So-that's proof- I'm growing.  Mom says (all teary) that that's exactly what little boys are supposed to do.