I am a good baby.
Somewhere in the last 90 days I've gotten a bad rap. Unjustly, may I add. May I remind you that it takes time to adjust to being alive. It takes time to adjust to all the lights and noise and weird feelings going on. It takes time to figure out how to make that old mom-bee happy. Apparently she likes a quiet baby who sleeps all the time. Well excuuuuuuuse me for breathing! I am doing my absolute best here.
As proof of my hard work and sincerity in the endeavor of my life I would like to point out that I now have a fairly regular bed time. 6:00. In the PM. I retire. That's right. I am tired at 6 and wish to go to bed. And I go down without a fight. Normally without even a slight whimper. It just feels good to be in my crib in a dark quiet room (without that "Koley" running amok... who is that guy?) I then sleep until at least 1:30 occasionally as late as 3. Then, and only then, do I politely ask for a little food. And I mean little. I'm not trying to step on anyone's toes here. I don't need you to open the kitchen or call the Ritz. Just a night cap. Who doesn't like a night cap? Amiright?
After, I fall right back to sleep and I sleep until 7. Now. Deep down I wish mom would come get me and cuddle me right at 7 when I start my bearish grumblings. But I understand the lady needs rest (selfish broad). I try my darndest to keep it down... but once the engine is running... I just gotta rev it. Force of habit I suppose.
I am happy when I am awake.
Aunt Julie may attest otherwise as I had an off day when she was here yesterday. But, generally, I like to laugh. Deep, hearty belly laughs. Especially if you bite my belly or tickle my ribs or sniff really fast around my neck or rub my head. I love getting my head rubbed. Sometimes, when mom is changing my outfit I get the giggles just from the shirt popping over my head. It cracks me up. You know... if you even just talk to me... chances are I'll give you a courtesy laugh. Yeah. I'm that good of a guy.
My resume of skills consists of:
Scooting backwards to rub all the hair off the back of my head.
Swatting those dangle-y bugs that light up and sing on my bouncy chair. They never shush up.
Holding mom's hand. I'd hold your hand if you came to see me.
Splashing in the tubber.
Rolling over. (I've done it 4 times. It's WILD!)
Sitting up on my own. (not really... but it sounds good, huh?)
I'm a good, good baby.
I like being in my family.
I'm a little wary of the "Koley" but I can see his heart is good and big.
Please don't believe all the hog-wash my mom puts on here.
She's always telling some sob story or another.
But, dang it, I love her anyway.
4 comments:
Joey-So glad to hear you are letting Mom get some adequate rest with your new schedule. Sounds like your house has been a much happier place.
Yessss, I'm so glad to hear that you're getting on more of a schedule for your mommy. Good boy. I wish I could come hold your hand. You sound fantastic.
Joey, this is Addy. Isn't life so much fun! We get to look at these silly people all day long, laugh, eat, poop, and the best of all sleep! I tell you what man, life is so much better when you get a few shut eyes!! Catch ya later!!
Joey, I see you have already mastered writing and the computer. Could you come here and teach my 10 year old? I'm having the worst time with his homework...
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