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Guess what I'm doing...

I hope you sat through all 3 minutes and 5 seconds of that video. Then add a few more minutes and that's how long it took for success to happen. Hopefully you can see the redness in my face- it's not from embarrassment. I'm sitting in what Mommy and Daddy call "The Poop Chair." Sometimes I will push and push for hours, perhaps the entire day. But put me in my swing on low vibration (high vibration doesn't work as well) and typically I'll make a nice present in a matter of minutes. My car seat has a similar effect. I'm developing some good stomach muscles but Daddy says I need to take it easy or else I'll pop a blood vessel. I'm just happy to get it over with. You could say it's a load off my back. The rest of the day is mine to enjoy especially without having to push and push. After the cameras stopped rolling this morning, I heard Daddy chuckle and mumble to himself, "this is going in his future girlfriend pile." What exactly does he mean by this?

The Bedtime Routine

This is me this morning watching video of myself from last night. In the video I'm getting ready to go to bed. I didn't realize how silly I can get at night. The whole bedtime routine usually begins with a nap. Yes, a nap. I fall asleep in the stroller or in Mommy's arms and take a short nap. This nap provides the extra energy I need to get me through the rest of the bedtime routine. Then comes my bath- something you've all seen. The bath gets me fired up. Mommy gets my PJ's on and then I come out to the living room in hopes of expending the rest of my energy. I talk and scream and like to roll around under the coffee table. I find the legs on the coffee table to be fascinating for some reason. Daddy was watching the football game last night so I took a quick peak at that.

No, there was no audio editing in the video above. I'm actually starting to talk like this sometimes: moving my mouth with and without sounds. It may look like I'm starring in an old Japanese B movie as Mommy says, but I'm not. Then I say goodnight to Daddy and Onyx and Mommy takes me to my room. There she feeds, reads and sings to me. It's my favorite part of the whole day. Too bad I can't stick around for more of it. The meal, Mommy's soothing voice, and a long day makes me sleepy. Then, before you know it, it's 6 AM and I'm ready to start the whole thing again.

All this sleep talk is making me sleepy. Good-nap.

My Room

Welcome to my room! The finishing touches were completed this past weekend. As you can see I have my own clothes drying rack, an ironing board, some coats, Mommy's wedding dre- HEY! This is not my room! This is the hall closet! Let's try this again.

That's better. Welcome to my room! Mommy's vision finally came to fruition. I have a nice, soft carpet to roll around on. The brown lines on the carpet are mesmerizing. I have my changing table, my rocker, Mr. Bear, my crib, toys, animals on the walls, clothes, and best of all: my own place. It shall be known as Matthew Headquarters, Matthew's Fortress, Fort Matthew, or The Room Where I Sleep And Get Changed. I have yet to decide. Anyway, nice work Mommy! It's stimulating, educational and fun. You know that I like it Mommy because if I didn't I would certainly let you know. Mommy placed a board of pictures that I can view when my diaper is changed. The pictures are of family so that I can learn to recognize all of you in the future. It's a great idea but I have to say that I like Daddy's idea too: the biggest pictures on the board are of the highest bidders. So what's the bid (how much do you have), Aunt Bethy?

Home for the Weekend

That's right! We're home for the weekend! No spending 8-10 hours in my car seat, no sleeping through prime time playtime, no entertaining strangers, no missing Onyx, and no frazzled Mommy and Daddy. What am I going to do instead? Well, we may hit the town festival tomorrow and then watch fireworks. Check that - no fireworks for Little D yet. Then we can let Mommy sleep in. I can play with my toys while I'm waiting for her:

Or maybe work on my swing:

Or I can play soccer or football with this squash. Then I'll eat it.

The weekend activity possibilities are endless. I do know one thing I'll be doing and that's visiting Cousin Yvette's blog. She's the latest craze in the Baby Blogosphere. I devoted a posting to her on July 20th in case you missed it. If you want more then see for yourself. She's the cutest little girl in the entire world (Mommy says that I'm the cutest little boy in the world and I wouldn't doubt Mommy). Yvette's format is a little different as her Mommy writes the blog to her. It must be nice to have someone do all of this for you (now if I could just drag Daddy out of bed or away from Television...). Also, it is not always a daily weekday blog like mine. Keep in mind that her production staff, unlike mine, actually has a job. Click on this link: Yvette or type in this address: yvetteph.blogspot.com/ Make sure you start from the beginning. And then...

...Have a great weekend!

Playing to the Audience

Sometimes I get a little off-track with this blog. I'm cute and funny and well aware of it. I enjoy entertaining all of you fans out there on the Internet. It's also a good way of everyone keeping track of me and how I grow; and it's a great way for me to be able to look back on this when I'm older. But the origin of the blog was for none of these purposes. Don't worry, I won't be giving up my daily antics. However, once in a while I need to play to the one audience member that this blog was intended for. She's 50% of who I am and 99% of the hard work that got me into this world (Daddy gets a 1% participation award for holding the sweat cloth and assisting to pull me out during labor). Yes Mommy, hopefully you didn't forget that this blog was solely intended for you. Remember Day 1 with Daddy?

I was just a little guy then but I still miss you every day. I have fun throughout the day with Daddy and the dog but you coming home is the highlight. You're the only one who I can smile a smile so large that it knocks me off my butt.

I love you, Mommy!