Follow-Ups

 

I've said this before and I'll say it again...I'm not great at following up with some of my posts. Sometimes when I blog I'll mention that I'm investigating this or attending that and you never hear about it again. Therefore, I thought I would do you all a favor and clear up some things you may still be sitting on the edge of your seats about.

1. On 7/6/09, in Is it gas? It's gas. It's gas, isn't it?, it turns out that sometimes the problem was gas. Now, however, I'm much better at handling the situation. I just do what I need to do... if you know what I mean.

2. On 9/3/09, in Spit Happens, spit does happen once in a great while but certainly not to the degree that it once did. I use bibs primarily as a formality when I'm eating. It's very similar to how the Greeks wore napkins and started the tie trend. Before you know it, and thanks to me, men will be wearing bibs instead of ties.

3. On 10/21/09, in Is This My Real Daddy?, DNA tests reveal that the Pillsbury Doughboy is NOT my real father.

4. On 12/17/09, in Hold The Eggs, Please, I was having trouble eating eggs. Now I love them and have no problems in getting them down. Refer to #1 above on the consequences of me eating eggs. In addition, I've learned what the word "no" means. Apparently, "no" means to proceed with whatever you are doing and do it with a smile and a little more vigor.

5. On 1/21/10, the The Red Dot explores the mystery of a red dot that appears soon after Daddy says, "Mommy's still not home. Now what do I do with you?" No known cause has been found and the investigation continues. I'm leaning towards the notion that aliens have landed and they are attempting to communicate with and recruit Onyx and I, us being the right fit in helping them achieve their secret quest for world domination. Think about it...no one will suspect the cute, innocent baby and his trusty Labrador retriever sidekick.

6. On 2/5/10, in I'm Your Man, I was the man at my first playgroup. I didn't even need to use my "moves." At one point that afternoon, I was just crawling when suddenly a slightly older little girl who can walk (that's how I like my women: older and able to walk) "accidentally" fell on top of me. I held my ground in the crawl position and supported both of us. We spooned for a few seconds, the mothers and Daddy laughed, and then they separated us. My smoothness continues today during my next playgroup meeting.

7. On 2/14/10, in Will You Be My Valentine, Mommy?, her answer was, "Yes." I apologize if I kept you in suspense on that one.

So there you have it: a few blog housekeeping items taken care of. You're welcome.

Let Sleeping Babies Lie

As I mentioned before, weekends take a lot out of me. I normally get some good long naps in on Monday and Tuesday, that of which both Daddy and I appreciate. My morning nap yesterday was no different. I was out like a ceiling fan that isn’t turned on (they should always be turning for my amusement). That's when Daddy attempted to wake me up. I know what you're thinking: waking up a sleeping baby is just down right silly. However, we had an appointment to meet with Aunt Leslie, Cousin Kyle and Cousin Wade. So there I was sound asleep. Sometimes I just wake up when my door opens. Not this time- not even close. Daddy opened the door, drew open the curtains, rubbed my back and gave me a wet willy. Even Onyx tried to wake me up.

Finally, after 10 minutes, I woke up. It took me a minute to get it together. I was not happy at first. Then I felt better when I remembered why I had to get up. We met Aunt Leslie and my "little" cousins at Barnes & Noble. I had a great time crawling around and wreaking havoc on the books and bookshelves. Afterwards, we ate lunch at Panera. For the first time ever, I ordered my own meal off the menu. It was a kid’s meal consisting of grilled cheese and a tube of extra-sweet yogurt. I ate the entire meal (except the crust, which was a little tough). As far as I'm concerned, this means that I'm officially now a kid and no longer a baby. From now on you will all refer to my classification as such. Thank you. My nutritionist was not too happy about my meal selection. Nevertheless, I was stuffed and tired, requiring a delightful two-hour nap yesterday afternoon. Good times.

While looking at the picture above, Daddy said to add more hair and a little drool and I would “look just like Mommy when she is sleeping.” He’s probably right.

The Shovel Method

I am eating and all is quiet. What does this mean? It means that I'm eating spaghetti pie for the first time and it's good. In fact, it's awesome. Maxwell "likey." Thank you Ge, for passing down such a wonderful dish for my parents to prepare. I'm sure to grow up big and strong now. I am still working on wielding a mean spoon. When the food is this good it would be nice to be able to use the shovel method. If I could use my spoon with one hand proficiently and use my bare hand then I'd be able to get more food in my tummy in less time. That means more time for play.

Can you guess what activity occurs after I've eaten anything with spaghetti sauce? That is correct! Bath time!...

...Johnny, tell them what they've won.  Johnny?  Hello?  Never mind.  You'll just to have to settle for looking at this:

Congratulations.

Ball Pit

On some days, Daddy will gather and present to me some common household items or contraptions to play with.  Often, this works well for me and helps to preoccupy my time.  I'm a baby, and therefore I like new things to observe and play with.  For example, the pots and pans were a great idea.  I played with them for hours.  Sometimes, however, his ideas are not so hot.  For instance, let's take his 'ball pit' idea from this morning.  It was a rather sad attempt at something that, if much bigger and better, could be so much more fun.  The idea has potential, but the effort of bringing that idea to fruition was seriously lacking.  Here's what I thought of it:

There's a lesson to be learned with this.  I hope you all paid attention.

Will You Be My Valentine, Mommy?

Happy Valentine's Day, Mommy.  I love you very much and I'm glad that we can spend the whole day together.

Love,

Your Little Valentine,

Matthew