Torture--I Mean Tummy--Time

Hi.  I'm stuck.  On my tummy.  And I hate it.  Mommy and Daddy try to stick me on my tummy at least once per day. They say it's good for my neck and upper arm muscles.  I'm buff enough already. I don't need this nonsense.  Who will help me?

I say, "HELP BIG BROTHER!"

My super hero!  He's always there to help me and loves to reassure me by saying, "Hang on, little girl!" and promptly shoves my paci in my mouth whether I need it or not.  What an awesome big brother!

My First Christmas

Did you know this is what the REAL Nativity scene looked like thousands of years ago?  I didn't know they had Little People in Jesus' time.  I have a lot to learn. My first Christmas was pretty uneventful seeing as I just don't get it.  My brother seemed to really enjoy the whole concept so I'll have to observe him more closely for tips next year.  He helped me open all my presents...no, let me rephrase that, he just plain old tore open all my presents.  I think he really likes wrapping paper.  Who knew. 

I actually enjoyed wearing my Santa hat and sitting for pictures.  My brother had a hard time sitting still.  I think even I have a few things to teach him!  Hope you had a great Christmas, I know I did, I was with my family on a cold snowy night.  Ahhh, isn't that cute?

Adjusting to Life at Home

Since coming home from the hospital and leaving the warmth of Mommy's uterus, I've been working hard at adusting to life here on earth.  I find it overwhelming much of the time, so I've found sleeping is a great coping mechanism.

My brother and I have posed for our share of photos in the past few weeks.  He likes to smile and say 'cheese'.  I, once again, prefer to sleep.  Aaaah. 

Mommy tried to wake me up with these black and white pictures.  Sure, I'll humor her every now and again with a stare at the images.  But, more often than not, I'll just sleep.  There's no reason to be awake right now--I'm just soooooo tired-nothing, and I mean nothing can wake me up., so don't even try

What'd you say Mommy?  It's time for a bath?  I'm awake, I'm awake!

Homeward Bound

After a horribly uncomfortable ride in my smothering carseat, I arrived home where I found my big brother anxiously awaiting my arrival. 

What?  Where is he?  He's SLEEPING?  Doesn't he know I'm here?  Ugh.  I need a new agent and PR rep.  He should have been waiting at the door for me--afterall, I have arrived!

Oh, and I'm not making any obscene hand gesture, in case you were wondering. Get your mind out of the gutter. 

After a looooooong nap, my brother finally woke up and decided he liked me.  Good, because I like him, too.

Since my arrival home, I've been discovering the joys of the bouncer and various other baby-neglecting objects.  You know that's why my parents put me in here, so they can do other things.  I squawk at that.  Get me out of here!

Okay, I guess it's not so bad.  I'll stay here for exactly 6 minutes, then you better pay attention to me.  Afterall, I am the cutest baby in the universe.  You can't disagree with the truth.