Every baby wears a Halloween costume, right? Wrong…mom didn’t dress me up. Some lame excuse like I was sleeping and she didn’t want to wake me up. I guess my dress was pretty cute though (not as cute as the Dallas Cowboys cheerleader I was supposed to be). Halloween would have been a bit more interesting if I hadn’t of fallen asleep so early. I try so hard to stay awake and hang out but sometimes I just can’t help myself. I think I need more of a social life.
Anyway, I’m six weeks or something and I’m pretty good at being a baby, or so I hear. I do all the regulars like eat, sleep and poop, but what I’m best at is making those big people smile. I’m a pretty funny kid; I’m not going to lie.
So, I do this really cool “witching hour” thing, where I cry for a couple hours straight in the evening. At first I did it because I hated watching the evening news (boring), but now I do it because it’s funny watching the bigs try all these ridiculous things to make me stop. Bouncing on the bed is by far my favorite. Once they even put me in this swing thing to try and fool me. Nice try guys- like I can’t tell the difference between your arms and a hard plastic chair. Jeeze. Really though, it’s all my mom’s fault…she holds me all the time so when they put me down, I do what I gotta do to get what I want. But for the past week or so I figured I’d cut them a break. So I cut back on the crying and just chill with them on the couch. It’s not so bad.
Rumor has it that most babies cry during the night; not I. I’ll stick to doing my thing around dusk and let the bigs sleep during no light time. If it works for them, it works for me. I also hear that this eating thing can have its fair share of challenges too. But I just love that stuff too much to have any problems…except the gas thing. Not so cool. You know what is cool though? Showers. Showers are definitely cool. Sure, baths were fun at first but showers…oh man. Now that’s something I could do all day. Know what else I could do all day? Cuddle.
What else about me? I’m kind of bald on top, but they tell me I have long red hair in the back. I hear my daddy tell my momma how pretty she is, but I’m pretty sure he likes the short, chubby, bald type best. I am also very strong. I could hold my head up from the beginning and my grip is something fierce. And word on the street is I’m a pretty good pooper.
So life on the outside isn’t so bad. I mean, I have a family that thinks I’m pretty swell, a 24 hour buffet, and all the attention a kid could ask for. I’m digging this baby thing.
Oh, and I make the best faces you ever did see.