Today's Pictures: King Khai

I monoplize the bed.

Daddy says I look like Capt. Morgan with my leg up like this. Now I just need to get myself a pirate costume. Then Cooper, Zach and I can conquer the seas!! Yarrr!!

Down with the sickness!

and....... a very Happy Birthday to my Mommy. Yesterday was her birthday and as with most years, she got sick. Maybe its a curse?? I decided to follow along and got sick with her. Don't want poor Mommy suffering alone. Although I have an inkling that me getting sick made it a little more difficult for her - especially since I can be quite dramatic. Our evening was spent laid up in bed, dosed up with Tylenol, inhaling Vicks vapors and feeling like poo. Hopefully my very first birthday won't be such a downer. I plan to have a cake demolition party.

Seems like the sickness is going around - everyone I know is getting sick! What is this mystery sickness?! It must be stopped!!! DOWN with the SICKNESS!!!

Here is a photo of me and Mommy's balloon. Happy Birthday Mom...while I barf on you.

Sitting Up 101: A baby's guide to impressing the parents

I've been sitting on my own for a little while now and while my parents are proud of me they may still feel the need to well, feel needed. I will honestly say (between you and I) that I cannot pull myself up to the sitting position on my own yet -but if anyone asks, I will lie til theres no tomorrow. With the idea in mind that I (or you) "neeeeed" them - here are the basics of pulling up to the upright position.

STEP 1: Appear in need of assistance.


STEP 2: Strain and pull. Make sure you make a face like you are trying to pass gas. This gives your parents the impression you are really trying hard. A couple of grunts don't hurt either.


STEP 3: Almost there...put on your smiles...show them you are impressed with yourself - this in turn impresses them as they continue to cheer you on, calling you a big boy and saying Come on, you can do it...come on!


STEP 4: Give that look like What? Did I do it? Did I just sit up??


STEP 5: Big Smiles! You have impressed everyone...show yourself off. Laugh and babble a bit, then fart. Chances are they will make you do it all over again. NOTE* if they make you do it too much - and more than likely they will - you can start crying. This usually causes them to pick you up and start bouncing around and doing whatever else they can think of to soothe you. But you already know that game.

They See Me Rollin'....They Hatin'...

March 28th, 2007 - I rolled. Rolled onto my face, rolled onto my back. Mommy missed the whole thing. She's pretty upset. I gave her a couple freebie rolls though, but only from front to back - the easy stuff. See, after she decided to stick me in the bum with a suppository last night(this brings back bad memories for me) I felt she didn't deserve a back to front roll. Not yet at least. Seriously, was it that necessary to stick me? I haven't even pooped yet as the package promises. Package lies.

They see me rollin'

They hatin'

Patrollin'

And tryin' to catch me goin' poopy

Tryin' to catch me goin' poopy

Tryin' to catch me goin' poopy

Tryin' to catch me goin' poopy

Tryin' to catch me goin' poopy

My farts so loud;

I'm stinkin'

They hopin'

That they gon' catch me goin' poopy

Tryin' to catch me goin' poopy

Tryin' to catch me goin' poopy

Tryin' to catch me goin' poopy

Tryin' to catch me goin' poopy

Boycott

As The Great Cooper says: Sleep is for the Weak.

I am on official strike and plan to be for an indefinite

amount of time. The word "nap" is no longer a part of my

vocabulary or daily life.

I have made it my mission to be grouchy, fussy, tired even...

for the sake of the boycott. All babies unite!

JUST SAY NO TO SLEEP!

Down with sleep!

Today's Pictures: Miss Lily and I

Part 2: Loop Throwing - It's Fun!

Heh Heh Heh. I’m a little devil. As the morning rolled on, I was not in pain. In fact, I ate, drank, relaxed, watched some cartoons and played up my cuteness to my Grandma in full force. No crying, no fussing – I was a good boy. Let them wonder whats up with me now! Am I teething? Am I not? Nobody knows!!! Mwaa hahaa. I cough a little here, I sneeze a little there. Is it a cold? Who knows! I will never tell. I haven’t hiccupped in quite a while, so I decided I’ll throw a couple of those out as well for no good reason – not even after a drink – just a random bout of hiccups out of the mysterious blue. You should see them wonder! I love it. Yesterday I even semi- rolled. Ooh, they had their hopes up for a full roll but no no no....I didn’t give it to them! Now I hear Cooper is getting himself onto his hands and knees. Poor Mommy is hoping I”ll get there too. Mommy is hoping for anything at this point. She keeps telling me Coop will get all the girls if I don’t get my act together. She is so silly. I’m the Ladies Man. My t-shirt says so. I am not worried. The ladies will come to me. In the meantime I will have to have a conference with Mr. Cooper U. He dared roll and crawl without me. I think Zach is up to the same. I will say though that I am proudly one 5 month old who can sit on my very own. On some occasions I’ll sit for a decent amount of time, watching tv, chit chatting etc. Other times I tumble over while trying to attack my feet. Those darn things keep wiggling at me, I just have to smack them! Anyways, enough of this for now. I’m exhausted from all this writing. I’m off to think of new ways to stir up something in the household... more later.

Part 1: This wonderful blog is brought to you by a little thing called Sore Gums and Crankiness

The past three days have been eventful to say the least. My gums hurt. I hurt. Mommy's head hurts. And we are all exhausted. I try to cope as best as I can but jabbing pains in my mouth do not permit me to. I don't know what’s going on. Mom says I’m teething. I hear those little suckers can give a tight bite. I bite pretty strongly as it is – Mommy will attest to that. I cannot begin to describe what I am going thru as I have yet to experience enough in my 5 months. I can only hope this goes away fast. I think Mommy will agree – but I have a feeling this teething thing is here to stay, at least for a while. I’ve spent the past three days chewing on frozen plastic, washcloths, and a couple fingers, including my own. Actually I chew on my fingers a lot. My mom can’t get me to drink my milk WITHOUT my finger ALSO in my mouth. Heh Heh...part of that is to just throw her for a loop; the other part is it relieves the pain as I poke at my gums. Something is trying to poke its way out of them. I hope to poke it or them, back in. I also now have a bit of a red face...what some would call a drool rash. Constant wiping and dapping of the wet chin will do that. I also banged my head with my teething ring this morning – that pretty much upset me for the morning and left me feeling miserable as I rode off to grandma’s house, strapped in the prison they call a car seat. I hear I am going to get a new one soon because my feet have reached the edge of my current one and I’m getting too big for it. I don’t know if I should be excited about this or what. I think I’m not. I don’t see what is so exciting about that darn thing anyways....I don’t get to see anything, I face the back of the car and the whole while, Mommy is in the front singing Bert and Ernie songs to me about the letters L and D and a rubber ducky and I’m supposed to be impressed?? Yes, I am having a foul day. So poo poo on me. What do I care? I am a rebel anyways; I will spit on you, like I did this morning as Daddy strapped me into the prison seat. Not only that, my hat is too small for my head and nobody seems to want to get me a new one. What does a kid have to do around here to get a new hat and some pain relief? I’d like to take a moment here to put in a word on my Moms behalf. She has been sleep deprived (she says for roughly a year now) but she has been trying pretty hard to keep me sane, although some of her methods have me thinking God....what a retard. She does make great efforts though with her crazy songs, her almost obnoxious dances and the faces she makes....oh man, the faces. She even sleeps hanging off the side of the bed many a nights just so I can monopolize it (and Daddy, he winds up on the couch a lot). Its only a Queen size...not meant for a KING like me... but eh, it will do as long as I can spin my 360’s in the middle of the night and kick Mommy in the gut, thighs, and wherever else I feel necessary. It’s the little things I do to pay her for her wonderful efforts. I’m a good son like that. Last night I decided I’d try something new. I let her sleep thru the night. I think that made her happy and rested. It probably won’t happen again so I hope she doesn’t count on it – as I always say – gotta keep the adults on their toes, forever guessing my next move.