Will The Real R2D2 Please Stand Up

Mobility Desired

One of these days I"ll surprise them all and crawl and walk and say something so spectacular it'll knock everyone off their feet. But for now, I still do not crawl or walk or stand or any of that fun stuff. Not yet. I have been seen backwards scooting on occasion though. And its not that I don't try. I try my with all my might, but man...its frustrating. I just can't seem to figure out how to get my foot to turn off its side and push off. Today at Grandma's house, I pulled myself up in my Pack-N-Play... thats a sign of more to come. I"m sure of it. I tried again but I couldn't do it. In other news, some top teeth are at the surface of my gums. Not sure when they'll come out. They don't bother me as much as the first set, but I'm feeling the need to be somewhat grouchy these days. The heat and humidity doesn't help. My 9 month checkup is coming up very soon. Can't wait to find out how much i've grown! Maybe by that time I'll have some good news about myself..crawling, biting, conquering the world...

Here is a clip of one of my failed attempts.

Happy Father's Day!

My very first Father's Day ~ it's tough being the youngest kid in the household because there are alot of things I cannot do yet. Like I didn't get to go play Put Put with Daddy and Carter - instead I had to take a nap. I also didn't get to go have ice cream with them, but that's ok, because Mommy gave me a few licks of hers when we went out later in the afternooon! At first I protested her putting something towards my mouth but when I got a lick of that soft, yummy, vanilla-ey good stuff... mmmm.
My day was filled with lots of suprises too. Just for Daddy, I said DaDa for the first time, I also stood on my own for a few and I even took a step! (ok, those last two things I did the day before...but it still counts as a Father's Day present. I was impatient!!) I also threw up on Mommy, projectile style (which earned me a full night in Mommy and Daddy's bed..heh heh sneaky sneaky) and later in the afternoon I got Daddy all to myself and we played with toys and the kitties and Daddy sang the Elmo's World song to me. Cooper told me about some very cool clear paints by Crayola which I asked Mommy to buy for me and I made Daddy some handprints and framed them for him. The paints are neat because they start out clear but on special paper the color shows up! No mess and lots of fun. Cooper is so smart. It's no wonder he's my bestest pal.... Mommy wants to stand us under a blacklight to see if we are covered in secret colors. If so, she plans to paint us up.

I Officially Hate Water

First Khai falls out of bed at 3am and scares the shit out of me. It took me all night and the whole next day to recover. I wondered what kind of mom am I? How did I not hear him stir?? I ALWAYS hear him stir! But not this time. 3am he's up and rolling around and then BOOM.....followed by WAAAAA! My poor baby landed on all fours and he has no clue what just happened to him. Everything is ok now. He's totally fine and most likely has forgotten the incident. But for me, his 8 month birthday is marked by his first fall. Sniff Sniff.Then, as if the AC problem wasn't bad enough, I've gone and flooded the kitchen... not just our kitchen but the condo downstairs too. Perfect! Sleep deprived and in zombie mode I managed to leave the sink water running before I left for the day at 7am. 2pm the lady downstairs comes home to find her ceilling about to collapse. The idiot condo people can't find our number and eventually call a locksmith and break into our unit. John and I both have issues with that. What does make me laugh is I wonder what went thru their minds as they all barged into our home to see not just water everywhere but our skulls, knives, dolls in caskets, a huge chunk of bloody meat on the counter top, Dora or Barney or whoever blasting on the TV and Khai's toys sprinkled with baby rice puffs all over the floor. Thankfully the people downstairs are a really nice couple or this could go a lot worse than it already is. John went to check their kitchen out and it looks like the whole ceiling has to be replaced, walls painted, and dining room carpet steamed. Arg. Ahhh, but its not over yet! No, no. That would be too easy. So then I come into work. Exhausted, I want to make some coffee - but there is no sugar! Ok..so I go to buy a soda from the snackbar. Pull a coke out of the mini fridge and somehow the side of the can gets pierced and coke is fizzing and flying everywhere. The can explodes on me and I'm frantically looking around, getting sliced in the finger by the can and throwing the can in the trash next to the fridge. The trash can now starts to leak and soda is spilling onto the carpet outside of someobody's office. I pickup the can and run down the hall, soda flying out everywhere, from inside the can, from the bottom of the can... Into the kitchen I empty the trash can into a bigger can and now there's soda all over the counter and floor. After cleaning it up I take a look at my new injury. Long and deep...right on my middle finger. Someone is telling me fuck you. It's not even noon yet...

Welcome To My Crib

This is my crib and a few pictures of me in it. Last night I spent some timethere until about midnight. Originally it was against my will. I normally prefer spending my nights in Mommy' & Daddy's big bed, but after an hours worth of howling and screaming got me nowhere, I gave in. Midnight rolled around and I found Mommy bundled up on the floor of my room so I called out to her. She took me to her room, gave me a snack and let me cuddle up with her the rest of the night. Tonight is day 2 of this crib thing. I did not give in easily, but yelling and screaming is tiring. I'll give Mommy a few moments to post my report for me then stir up some chaos....although I should probably cut Mommy a break since she's pretty upset (yet again) because she went and flooded our kitchen as well as the downstairs neighbors too. Poor Mommy..she's been having a rough few days!!

I'm a Whole 8 Months Today!

8 down and 4 to go until the big ONE YEAR.

While I have fallen a little behind my buddies in terms of crawling, taking awesome trips out of town, and probably a few other things...I can say I have been seeing an older girl named Amia. Awww yeah, bet they can't say that! We've only met twice so far but I have a feeling there will be other dates in the near future. Her Mommy and mine met while shopping for sippy cups for us and later introduced us. I haven't shown her much interest just yet - don't want her thinking i'm too easy. You know, have to play it cool. As for the crawling - I just really don't care to right now. Why bother? Mommy picks me up, Daddy picks me up, Grandma picks me up... although sometimes it would probably come in handy to catch the kitties. In times like those, I just drop to the ground and roll after them. I still hate my crib and try desperately to escape it when i'm in it. I'm pretty much over my orange elephant but now i'm very much into my R2D2 that talks to me. I also have a cat that wags its tail and talks to me with a French accent. I beat him up and bite his tail whenever possible. In fact, Grandma says I become very violent with my toys, beating them up and throwing them around. Maybe i'll become a boxer or a martial arts master! In the food department, i'm eating all sorts of yummy things - my favorite is a rice snack called Baby Mum Mums. Thanks to Cooper for the intro on those! I did get to go to a picnic the other day. Everybody tried to hold me and coo at me and some called me fat. I was a hit. For the rest of the month I plan to continue working on my standing and walking - i'm doing pretty darn well so far and maybe...just maybe i'll attempt this crawling thing.

Mommy Don't Cry...

My Mommy is very upset. Last night I woke up around 3am and decided I'd take a roll around the bed. I rolled a little too far and fell over the side. Thankfully I've been watching the cats and have learned that they can successfully land on all fours...so I too landed on all fours, except I made a very loud thud. Not too stealthy like kitty. I was completely fine but the noise I made scared the heck out of me and Mommy too. She jumped out of bed and swept me up as fast as she could. Daddy also rushed over to see if I was ok and checked my whole body and head for bumps and bruises and shined a flash light in my eyes. He said he wanted to make sure my pupils were dilating. Waaay too bright to be doing that to me at 3am!! I got over the whole deal quick enough but Mommy was a wreck. She said she felt like the worst Mommy in the whole wide world. The rest of the night she held me close and I slept tucked in between her and Daddy. I'm fine, but Mommy isn't. She didn't sleep the rest of the night, watching me like a hawk and even today she is still quite upset. I just want to let her know - Mommy I am fine. I'm a big boy now and I'm probably going to have little accidents like this from time to time. And maybe even a few big ones. Don't worry! I love you very very much! Rawr!!!!

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