Here is one of many takes. Who does Daddy think he is Steven Spielberg? Anyways Enjoy!
"Is this thing on ... ?"
13 years ago
19 March 2009
18 March 2009
Take A Good Look
Take a good look at my gummy grin in the photo above, because the next time you see me my smile will be entirely different.
I cut my first tooth yesterday. You can't really see it yet because my gums are still so swollen, but you can hear it when I drink from a big people cup and you can feel it if you know where to look.
And in honor of the occasion, my parents have already started instilling me with a healthy fear of the dentist. Because wouldn't you know the second they heard that faint *click* *click* *click* on my glass of water, they reclined my high chair, grabbed the flashlight, and started sticking their fingers in my mouth looking for the culprit. I'm told this is what happens at the dentist. I don't think I'm going to like the dentist.
01 March 2009
Snow Day
Yesterday I woke up from my nap to a veritable winter wonderland. Mommy originally decided that it was probably too early (in my life, not in the day) for my first snow outing. First and foremost because I'm battling coming down with another cold. It's there...then it's not...and then it is again. She didn't want to tempt fate.
And then she reasoned that I shouldn't go outside and play in it because I don't have any proper shoes yet. I don't walk anywhere except around the coffee table, and apparently mom read in a book somewhere that non-walkers wearing shoes isn't good, so that settled that.
But after viewing pictures all of her friends' adorable children playing in the snow, she felt the pangs of guilt that come along with denying your child simple pleasures in life. I guess "pleasures" is relative. Because what happened to me was far from pleasant.
First, she started out with a pair of snug fitting jammies and some socks. Not so bad. Then she broke out the stash of "grow into" clothes (um, thanks Aunt Mandy?). She wiggled me into some size 18-24 months jeans and a sweater. Then came the mittens. And the knit cap. And the snow monster jacket. And then, as if that wasn't bad enough, to my shock and horror my mother made me ghetto snow boots. AND TOOK ME OUT IN PUBLIC. I could not make this up. If you don't believe me, check out the picture.
Needless to say, my first real snow was a total downer.
And then she reasoned that I shouldn't go outside and play in it because I don't have any proper shoes yet. I don't walk anywhere except around the coffee table, and apparently mom read in a book somewhere that non-walkers wearing shoes isn't good, so that settled that.
But after viewing pictures all of her friends' adorable children playing in the snow, she felt the pangs of guilt that come along with denying your child simple pleasures in life. I guess "pleasures" is relative. Because what happened to me was far from pleasant.
First, she started out with a pair of snug fitting jammies and some socks. Not so bad. Then she broke out the stash of "grow into" clothes (um, thanks Aunt Mandy?). She wiggled me into some size 18-24 months jeans and a sweater. Then came the mittens. And the knit cap. And the snow monster jacket. And then, as if that wasn't bad enough, to my shock and horror my mother made me ghetto snow boots. AND TOOK ME OUT IN PUBLIC. I could not make this up. If you don't believe me, check out the picture.
Needless to say, my first real snow was a total downer.
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