Everyone, something absolutely wonderful has happened. Now, I hang from the ceiling and I go up and down, up and down! I mentioned before that I thought there might be something like “legs” attached to me. Now, I am absolutely sure I have legs. Mommy puts me in a jumper and suddenly my legs are wonderfully useful. I can stand and see so many things. And whenever I am happy, or excited, or even stressed, my legs flex and I bouncing up into the air. I stop when Mommy talks, but the rest of the time, little pushes make me go wheeee! It is everything wonderful, and life has become twice as worthy of singing about as before. You think I sing when I am out of my jumper? You should hear the way I sing in my jumper! Sometimes I get so tired, but I can’t stand for Mommy to take me out of my jumper. Yes, I’m tired, but I really don’t want to lose my bounce. Speaking of going in and out of my jumper, Mommy really needs to work on her technique. Sometimes she balances me on my tummy while trying to fasten me in. Then I usually throw up all over her. Silly, silly Mommy! Between that and the number of times I bounce the wooden part into her while she fastens me in, I think she’s pretty clumsy, honestly. Don’t tell anyone I said that though, because sometimes she makes sad noises when she gets hurt, and I don’t like that. It makes me sad too.
However, other things are good too. I have really discovered Daddy lately. “Daddy” is the name of the grown-up I see a lot, and I’m getting pretty excited about that. Sometimes he seems a bit puzzled that I think he’s worth craning upside-down to see or that I want him to hold me a lot. But guys, he’s pretty fascinating. On a day that was sometime before today, I hung out with Daddy a lot, and it was really good. Well, until I started teething and needing a change. But before that we saw the outside a lot, and went on a vibrating thing. NOT that horrible kind from before. Mommy-forbid! No, this one had many many people on it, and lots of them smiled at me. I grin at them and talk to them until they look at me full-on. Then I get shy and hide. Oh, and one of them had bright red hair all over his head, on top and beneath. I LOVED IT. I talked to him a lot. Now if I could just figure out how to sleep when there is so much excitement …
I’ve decided that by far the worst thing in my life is when I can’t get something in my mouth. Do you know how often that happens? It’s definitely the single largest cause of woe, evers! Lots of my toys are hard to get into my mouth. How is that fair? Heck, yesterday I wanted Daddy’s finger in my mouth, and he put it somewhere else!
By the way, I think I like spoon foods, but I don’t like that they are harder for me to control than the foods. When I want to eat the foods, I can just find one and suck on it. When mommy is feeding me spoon foods, if she’s too slow, all I can do is complain. And sometimes she takes the spoon out of my hands, if you can believe it! Considering how slow the service is, what on earth am I supposed to do while I wait besides play with the spoon?
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