David

Do you see the resemblance? 

Astonishing, is it not?

I think it should be renamed in my honor, "Kole."

Is it a Toothie?

I'm a growing cubber.  Everyday I discover something new about myself.  I just found out I had feet!  Feet, the toy that goes wherever I do.  I discover different parts of my voice, new sounds I can make banging my hands,  new ways to move my body, ways to carry things, more productive ways to make a boom boom in my diaper (hold your breath and grunt.... that's the trick), things that make me laugh... I take in a lot every day.  I pride myself on my observance.  Since I'm so new on this planet... sometimes things happen to me and I don't know what it is.  I can't tell my mom because I don't know what it is myself.  This week something is going on in my body.  I'm not sure what it is.  Can you help me?

1. I bite everything.  Toys, blankets, towels, clothes, wash rags, even the boob that feeds me.  But I will NOT take a teething ring.  It is cold and tastes freezer burn.
2. I'm the slobber king.  Don't let that be a turn off (or hint) for you... I'm also the Snuggle King!
3. I am taking a sabbatical from my naps.  I don't deem them necessary at this stage in my life.  (Mom made me promise I would tell you that I did sleep all night last night and that she was very proud of me for doing so.)
4. I don't like when mom touches my gums.  It's my mouth- hands out.  I don't put my hands in your mouth.... oh wait.... yes I do.  Still!  Don't go putting your hands in MY mouth.
5. I'm not cranky ALL day... but I confess I've had my moments recently. 
6. I'll be six months old next week.
7. I have a rash on my chin...and cheeks. Keep in mind I am a prolific drooler and I have lots of Bubbas that give me kisses.

8. I'm perfectly happy when my dad is home.
9. I don't think my moms milk is all that great.  I can take a few sips and then.... be done.  What's the big deal... it's only milk and it's always there.  I can take it or leave it.  Mom says this is a DRASTIC change  (huge emphasis on drastic... wave your hands and everything) Apparently I used to be quite the snorting little piggy.

Whaddaya think.  I can reason my way OUT of teething.  Other babies have told me it's rather awful.  But I know it's going to come one day.  Maybe I'm just going through a phase.  That's what my mom says when she has NO idea what's going on.  "It's just a phase."  Bless her tender, naive heart.  Teething, growing, phasing I'm still a happy baby.  I still laugh a lot.  I still like to snuggle and cuddle and be read to.  To tell you the truth I kinda want a toothie.  Then I can be like the big kids.

Level 5

A week ago if you would have asked me the secret to getting attention in the middle of the night- I would have stuck to my original claim that I am THE pro.  I would tell you that no baby knows better and that my tactics were fail-proof.   Binky-Back Guarantee.  I'd let my buds Jay-Z and Rihanna tell you Who Gonna Run This Town Tonight.. We are.  Yeah I know dat We Are!

But my fellow curtain crawlers. I've lost my touch.  Something has forever been changed in my crib.  I've been pulling out all the stops.  And, sadly, I've lost my touch. It started two nights ago.  Mom tried putting me down for bed around 8:30.  As smart as my mom is- I have to say I know myself better than she knows me and I felt like I could have stayed up a little longer.  At least until 9.  C'mon I'm 5 months old now.  I'm not a baby.  So I started the usual routine.  Talking.  I let a few Nananana's and some Mwamwamwa's.  Nothing.  Maybe some spurts of crying would work.  I tried it.  Nothing.  I wasn't feeling deterred so I went on to step three- prolonged crying.  This is where I try to cry non-stop for as long as I can.  It's not loud or necessarily piercing- it's just an alert.  In the past this is all it takes to get a little TLC.  This time...No response.  At all!  What was going on?  I hated going to step four but mom was leaving me no choice.  I screamed.  Loud.  I tried to make it sound like I was in pain.  Or hurt.  Or really really super scared.  I must have screamed 5 times.  I waited for my door to open.  For light from the hallway to come in and for my mom to pick me up, apologize for making me lay miserably in my crib, and take me to the living room to watch a movie and snuggle with her.  My wait was in vain.  My screams were in vain.  No one came. 

I had never gone all the way to 5 before. 

Never. 

I never had to!  Mom normally came in at 2!  But- I couldn't hold back.  She had pushed me to my limit.  I let out number 5.  I transformed into a full on crying, screaming, thrashing, rolling, maniac.  A tantrum?  No no no.  This was beyond tantrum.  This was necessary.  I gave her all I had.  In fact, I didn't even know I had that in me. 

It was sensational.  Beyond anything I've done before.  I don't see the need to brag but mom did come in.  She came in.  It was magical.  Her smell.  Her smooth skin.  Her smiling face.  I couldn't help but smile back.  And as soon as I did... the magic was gone.  The spell broken.  She gave my hand a little tiny squeeze and out she went. 

I've lost my touch.  She didn't come back.  I couldn't last long.  I was really sleepy.  I dozed off within minutes.  I'm not broken though.  I've still got fight in me.  But as far as being the pro.  The baby with all the answers?  I'm not feeling that anymore.

Unless.....

Unless I devise a new plan.  Yes.  A new plan for mommies to come in.

Don't worry babies!  I'm on it!