Poop Happens

I've had a pretty rockin' weekend. My Papa Davis came to visit. I was asleep when he got in on Saturday night, but mommy told me that he came in my room to check me out. We hung out some today. Here is a picture of me telling him about all of my new accomplishments, including that I can now hold and shake a rattle if mommy puts it in my hand. As you can see, I am very proud.

One thing I'm not so jazzed about, however, is how mommy has been waking me up in the morning. I am so happy to see her that I just smile and coo, but mommy's expression quickly turns to a look of dismay when she picks me up. Apparently, she is troubled by the fact that I've had blowouts out the back of my diaper for the past three (yes, three) nights. They don't bother me at all - I sleep right through them and am happy as a clam just sleeping in poopy pajamas...until mommy strips me and gives me a thorough (albeit impromptu) baby wipe bath. No one needs that crap (no pun intended) at 7:00 in the morning. It's not much better for mommy. She is mortified. She's tried going up a size in diapers, but that didn't work. She double-checks to make sure they're on tight, but it hasn't helped. She even sent out a mass email to all of her friends who have had baby boys seeking some kind of solution...no luck. What can I say, poop happens.

Working for the Weekend

Man, I have had a big week. For starters, I am still sleeping through the night. Granted, I woke up at 4 AM on Tuesday with the toots, but I fell right back asleep so mommy says it still counts as sleeping all night. On Wednesday, I discovered that I can take my pacifier out of my mouth and hold it (maybe next week I'll figure out how to put it back in). Then yesterday, I found my feet. It is wildly funny to kick mommy in the face with them.

I also started going through my three month growth spurt this week. Mommy says I want to do nothing but eat and sleep. As usual, she is right. Anyway, when I'm not eating or sleeping, I give mommy about 20 minutes of happy time before I start screaming my head off wanting to take a nap. The problem is that--because I'm growing--I wake up after about an hour wanting to eat again. I'm really throwing my 3-hour schedule into a cataclysmic tilt, not to mention putting mommy through the wringer. I made her cancel a lunch date yesterday because I was screaming uncontrollably. We also had to cut short a visit to meet mommy's friend Mike's new baby. It's been rough, so we are in dire need of a weekend. Oh, in case you're worrying how daddy is holding up through all of this, never fear: he squeezed in 18 holes yesterday and will hit the links again tomorrow. Needless to say, he's doing just fine.

Soul Man

I've developed a fascinating new habit. I like to do "the sprinkler" when I go to sleep. For those of you out there who don't know, the sprinkler is one of the cheesy white dance moves designed for white boys who embrace their lack of rhythm and opt to look really silly on the dance floor instead. Mommy's friend Andy is especially proud of me (he is famous for breaking out the sprinkler at parties) and hopes that I will soon graduate to other classic moves such as "the lawn mower," "the iron," and "the light bulb." I just wish that I could have danced like this at my Uncle Devin's wedding when mommy and I took to the dancefloor. I think I would have been a real hit!


Now for a totally unrelated topic, I have a prayer request (although, feel free to pray that I'll be a fabulous dancer when I grow up). Please pray that I inherit my daddy's teeth and not my mommy's. I don't think I could handle the dental purgatory she's been through...although she tells me that the laughing gas made it all worth while. Anyway, daddy doesn't floss, and--hoping to follow in his footsteps--I don't either.

One, Two, Three, Four - I Declare a Thumb War

I am having a grand love affair...with my thumb. We met for the first time the day mommy and daddy brought me home from the hospital, but I was so busy with Winston and W (not to mention getting this whole business of sleeping and eating squared away) that I quickly forgot about it. Then, last week, we met again. Mommy and Daddy try to fight it, but they can't keep us apart. We keep our relationship hidden from them during my awake time. Then, naptime rolls around and my thumb and I have our secret rendezvous. It is bliss.




In related news, I have slept through the night for the past four nights now! Don't believe me? Here is the proof. PS - I am not sure what is going on with my hair here.

Let Sleeping Babies Lie

I did it! I slept through the night! Mommy can't decide if it happened because I refused to nap all day yesterday...or if it is because she had a glass of wine before putting me to bed. I'll just keep her guessing until tomorrow morning. Perhaps because I slept so well and for so long last night, I had a fabulous day today. Winston and W didn't play stampede while I was having my morning tummy time, so that was a plus. Also, I napped like a champion - just to keep mom on her toes, trying to figure out why I'm so different today than I was yesterday. We also had two big outings today, and I didn't cry once. We went to lunch with mommy's old boss, Tom. It was kind of boring for me, so I slept the entire time. Mom caught me up on it later, though, and assured me that it was quite fun. Tonight, I went to bible study with mommy and daddy. It was my first time going - unless you count the times I went when I was still in mommy's tummy. I really liked it because I got to sleep on mommy's chest, which is one of my favorite things in the entire world. The only downfall of the day is that I missed Law and Order. Thankfully, mommy tivo-ed it, so I can catch up tomorrow.

Hi, my name is Mister T. I'll be 11 weeks old tomorrow, so my mommy decided I needed to "go global" and get on the world wide web. Besides, my extended family is far away (sometimes too far...sometimes not far enough), so I figure this will be a good way for them to keep up with all of my adventures.

Today, I took mommy on a trip - I drove her crazy. I'm having what she likes to call "napping issues." I try to remind her that I am an excellent sleeper at night and that is what really counts; but it can get a little frustrating for both of us when she wants me to nap in my crib and I want to nap in her arms. I keep trying to tell mommy that all of this "self soothing" stuff she's been reading about is for the birds. Maybe she would understand better if I could actually talk. It's a battle of wills, and I'm determined to win. I can easily scream for the duration of my naptime. I have stamina on my side (oh, and grandparents...they ALWAYS take my side)...and mommy doesn't have caffeine. Who do you think will win in the end?

Other than that, we did a little gardening today. Mommy planted some dragon wing begonias in the flowerbed in front of our house. Daddy hates them, he says they look droopy. Mommy says too bad! She also says she is excited about the day when I am old enough to dig the spots in the flower bed so she doesn't have to (mommy has issues with dirt and bugs much like I allegedly have issues with napping). Oh, and we also watched our daily episode of Law and Order. I am really trying to learn how to say, "In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate, yet equally important groups..." It is hard, though, so I may have to settle for repeating the "bonk bonk" they play in between scenes - at least until I'm 12 weeks old.