On the move...

My new skill! Mama says she'll be happy when I figure out how to go the other way...

A day of great adventure!

It was raining today and mama decided we should go shopping because the shower door repair man came early enough that we had time. I got to play in a different contraption, kinda like mine at home, only different. Maybe better!



Mama also said I needed a new toy, even though she wasn't sure where we are going to keep it. I say there's always room for more toys! Here I am with the bear thing. I kick the ball and the bear's head bobs and he sings silly songs. I kick very hard, though, so sometimes the ball almost goes over the bear's head!


Mama started giving me baths in the kitchen sink instead of her bathroom tub. Something about her aching back. Here I'm holding my feet up so she can wash my goodies.

That's how I roll...

I found a new way to ride in my stroller.

Soulmates

My daddy loves me. He was gone all day yesterday, last night and today. When he came home this evening, he rushed in to say hello, but was sad when I was already asleep. He took some pictures of me making funny faces in my sleep, which eventually woke me up. So I was extra tired and decided to cry. Daddy carried me into my room and helped me fall asleep by holding me close and squeezing my fingers. I guess Daddy was tired, too, because he slept with me about 30 minutes. Mama sneaked in and took our picture.

Hi

Mama got a new saddle for me to ride on. I can ride on the front, side or back. Here I am on the back. I like that plant over there. It's pretty, and it's dancing in the wind for me!


Like my legs?

So many fish...

Here's Lucy, my girlfriend. Remember THIS picture of us when we were young? Now we're much more grown up. She smiles at me now. A lot. Maybe she was hoping I'd give her a pair of my Babylegs, but I think she's needs some pink ones, which I don't have. I held her hand a while; it tastes different than mine.


Don't tell my Sabbath girl, Melia, about Lucy, though. She might be sad that she's not the only girl that makes me smile.

My life of late

Puppy

Here I am with my puppy, Brady. He's pretty big, but mama calls him a baby, too. He has way more hair than I have.

So in other news, Evil Doctor was squishing my belly at my appointment last week, and he decided he didn't like something in there. He said my spleen was too big and made mommy take me to the hospital for some tests. First, mama wouldn't give me my breakfast, and big man put cold jelly on my belly and mushed it all over with a wand, taking pictures of my insides. Finally I was able to eat breakfast, but then two mean ladies in a different room (mama called it "the lab") held me down and drained my blood into a bottle and attached a plastic bag to my private goodies to catch my pee. NOT a good morning.

Then, that afternoon, we drove all the way to the House Ear Institute to have my hearing checked again. I didn't feel like sleeping for as long as the test took, even though mama got to hold me in a rocking chair this time. I think we're going to do it again in a couple of months. Mama says they'll give me something special to make sure I'm sleeping this time, because I'll be old enough then. They said that the one ear they got done was good news, though. It looks like barely a "mild" loss instead of "moderate" like they thought last time.

The doctor called mama that night to say that the test (meganoise? ultranoise? megasound?) showed that my spleen is too big, and that is probably caused by a virus, but we don't know which one. Evil Doctor wants to squish my belly again in a week to see if maybe it was caused by the little cold I had last weekend.

I had a terrible incident this week, too. I woke up during the night and was wiggling around and somehow ended up on my belly. I HATE being on my belly! I peed through my pajamas and was really cold, so I decided to holler for mama. It worked, and she came to save me, except instead of rolling me over, she laughed and said something about wishing she had a camera. She did eventually get me fixed up, but told people it was my first time to roll all the way over, and said I looked like a sky-diver who was freaking out, because only my belly was touching the crib and my head, arms and legs were waving around in the air. Well, I didn't do it on purpose, and I haven't done it again since. Maybe one of these days I'll try it, just to see if mama gets all worked up again.