Messes and Sitting (Bruce, 3 mo)

Hi big people,

It’s been a big week or so. In random news,  mommy told me not to mention this, but she seemed so impressed that I think I should get to boast. Besides, she doesn’t usually tell me not to discuss things, so it must be exciting. After a diaper change, I made so much mess that mommy changed all of her clothes and said the sheets and went to wash saying all of her limbs needed it. Daddy says it’s because of all the notmommy I’ve been drinking. And I don’t mean drinking mommy from the wrong source. I mean drinking the wrong thing. It tasted Not As Good. Frankly, I hate to tattle, but Mommy has been seriously unreliable lately. She’s been missing three nights out of the last seven, like not anywhere!. And I know she didn’t just disappear either because one day Daddy took me to visit mommy in a place of bright lights and we brought her home. So she existed! She just wasn’t with me! Daddy vanishes most days though, so he’s not better. Not quite sure what’s wrong with these parents sometimes.

Also, I gather that Mommy had a thing called a Raymond that she liked a lot, but I don’t think that’s a good reason to wake me up by squeezing me. And this isn’t the first time she’s done that either!

However, some good things have been happening too. I’m definitely feeling more able to control this giant heavy thing at the top of my body. That makes it much easier to see wiggly interesting things. In fact, mommy’s been putting me so that I lie up and down instead of looking at the ceiling. Then I can see SO Many things. All the things! It’s much less stable than lying down normally, but I can see so many layers of excitement. I crow and kick with great joy. Then my feet stop holding me up and the view slides away. This makes me yell with outrage, and usually summons a grownup. Though sometimes they come with frustrating slowness; remind me to write them a bad yelp review after this. For now though, I’m off to help Daddy mail a check.

Ohhwaaa,

Bruce

Arms (Bruce, 3 mo)

Hi Everyone,

So, there are things. And sometimes they move in front of your face and you get moving pink black light shadow. Get your people to do it; iit is wiggly cool. In fact, sometimes when you look at a dangly thing it gives you feelings. Partially for that reason, I think I have things besides a head. I’m not sure what they are but when I get really excited I can’t make them stop. It was great last night feeling them doing things. I grinned and grinned, and Mommy and Daddy were BOTH giving me attention. But then I was really really tired and the mystery things that are attached to me kept moving. And that made me really upset. And that seemed to make them more active. Then Mommy did something with a giant thing and all those feelings stopped. Usually that makes me mad, and anyway they start over again very fast. But having the distracting wiggly feeling stop made the OH MY WIGGLY SOMETHING IS HAPPENING feelings stop and the world went away.

However, something in my eating place HURTS. And then it doesn’t. Then it HURTS HURTS. Worse though Mommy has been failing to make it better. Is Outrage. It helps some if I can suck, but Mommy Keeps Putting ME Down. On the other hand, sometimes Daddy gives me a finger. And he talks to me. I really like that Daddy guy. Coming to appreciate him more. He’s good at making things come and go above my face and when he has me the farts and burps don’t get stuck so much. Still really fails at feeding me though, and that’s pretty darn important. Stilll, I’m rating him an Ooohwaah.

Speaking of feeding, I’ve found that if you eat until it comes out, you can eat again. I’ve been practicing sharing my food with everyone. If I share enough of it with Mommy, she stops wearing that shirt. I wish she’d stop putting other ones on. I really don’t approve of covering the food things. Still, a couple days ago I got Mommy to change her shirt twice and Daddy to change his once before Daddy just stopped wearing a shirt. (See, Mommy, that’s how you do it!)

Okay, I’m going to go suck back to sleep now, so,

Ahhguuuh,

Bruce

Hello World (Bruce, almost 3.0 months)

Recently, I said I was Hungry HUNGRY, and instead of mommyfood, Daddy gave me something kind of like food. It smelled like food, but it was COLD! It was NOT my mommy Can you imagine what kind of mommy would be cold? I told him loudly and clearly that that was NOT my mommy.

 

On the other hand the person who is smaller than Mommy and Daddy came over to me again. She kept doing something that made the light go away and then it came back. Then she dangled the light-covering thing over me. It was a pretty bright color and I looked at it a while. It was fun, untl Mommy came and put the thing on my legs. That annoyed me because it stopped the game. Then that person, who Mommy calls Kathryn came over and put something else in my face it was shiny and strings from her head and I like to grab it. That was fun.

 

On the bad side, Mommy will not stop fussing with my head. First she put gooey stuff all over it and then she pecked at it and fussed at it. I keep moving my head away adn sometimes she gets distracted, but then she sees it again, and starts fussing at it again. I will have to work on teaching her to keep her hands to herself.

 

aahguuuh,

Bruce

 

P.S. Being jiggled is fun, but not when I have a dirty diaper.