New Baby Smell

Let me set the stage: It’s summer. I begin the day with a bowl of cereal where some of it ends up in my hair, the crevices in my neck, and even some in between my toes. Yes, sometimes I like to stick my toes in my mouth when I eat. I sweat from being trapped in my car seat. I have milk in my hair and under my chin and dog saliva on my feet. My hands feel like fly paper and have pieces of grass between the fingers. An unfortunate blowout or two has occurred. I’m down to only wearing a diaper at this point. What is that sour smell? It’s I, Matthew. And something, I don’t know what, is in my belly button. If Daddy and Onyx were responsible for you the whole day then you would probably be dirty and smelly too. When Mommy comes home and has had a good chance to look at and smell me will say, “Matthew, what did Daddy do to you today? You need a bath tonight.” I know you can hear her screeching voice in your head.

Last night I was tired and didn't do the usual laugh-scream that demonstrates my enjoyment. But after the bath, I emerged once again as the soft, sweet smelling prince that I am. It was quite refreshing. Mommy then puts this nice smelling diaper cream on me. The combination of clean me and the cream is the nector of the gods. Here's a business idea for you (I want 30%): New Baby Smell - Newly Bathed Edition. You can bottle my smell up. Minivan moms would drive even worse just to get some.

This morning, Daddy and I are taking care of my cousins. It's a lot of responsibility and it can be a dirty job. I guarantee that after today a bath will be in order.

Have a great weekend!

Movin' On Up

Today, Daddy and I signed a bunch of big white papers and a small, blue, rectangular paper so we can rent a nice little house that Mommy likes. Daddy likes the house too, but he doesn't like signing the small, blue, rectangular paper. Mommy and Daddy keep telling me that now I can have my own room. I'm assuming this room is for my toys and vast array of restraining devices. I hope Mommy and Daddy don't think that I want my own room to sleep in. Don't worry, Mommy, I'm planning on sleeping in the same room as you, Daddy and Onyx until I'm 25 years old. So I don't really understand why we are moving, especially since it is only a 1/2 mile away. I'm perfectly happy where we are. How are we going to get my crib over there? Does Onyx have his own room too? Is Tiger also making the move? How will Little Cousin Wade find us? Is that why we are moving? Will we put a bed for me to crawl on in the dining room there, too? I think I'm starting to realize that sometimes Mommy's and Daddy's do silly things. Supposedly, during my teenage years, is when I get to tell them how silly they really are. All of this thinking and realizing is exhausting. My crib is calling me. Good-nap.

Up and Down

Mommy took the morning off today so I let Daddy have a little time off of his own. You have to give your employees a break once in a while in order to achieve full productivity. Nana is here, and she and Mommy have been entertaining me. Nana took care of me last night while Mommy and Daddy were at the concert. I had a blast and she let me stay up late, eat fudgesicles and Cheetos, and watch Television. I was happy and bright eyed to see Mommy at 3:30 AM for my pre-breakfast meal, but she didn't feel much like playing. I'm not sure why this is and she was too tired to explain. She made up for it this morning, however.

Sell-Out

I have had quite the response since the release of this blog. I have fans everywhere and it is difficult to go out in public without being surrounded by a flock of screaming chicks. Sponsors are at my door daily just hoping to get in on a piece of the action. Yes, I took some offers. So what if I gave in? Is this not the great American dream? Please watch the following video, get your car keys, and drive to your closest grocery or convenience store. Your taste buds will thank you.

Don't worry. I have not gone "public" with the blog. Daddy is worried about security threats and Mommy would probably be jealous of my groupies. So why the soda and snacks? Mommy and Daddy are going to a concert tonight. Since the baby is not invited, I thought I would take a taste anyway if I could just get this darn bag open.

Straitjacket

I visited my seventh lake this weekend. Seven lakes is a lot for a little boy in less than 5 months. Some lakes were big and some were small, but I've had fun at them all! I'm starting to dabble a bit in poetry. Anyway, I was having fun until we went out on the boat and Mommy and Daddy made me wear another restraining device: a zipper-in-the-mouth-and-cheek life jacket. Talk about cramping my style! I eventually calmed down and enjoyed the ride.

Sometimes, after my fun-filled, action-packed weekends, I'm a little tired on Sunday and Monday. Yesterday, I ate and slept all day. Today, I'm in a much better mood and felt like smiling and laughing. I'm also starting this new nose-scrunching while I stick my toungue out, smile. I must get that from watching Mommy.