Rumors

My parents have been talking about something called "moving." I hope we're going somewhere fun! I think Africa sounds nice. I am, after all, an expert at catching giraffes!

10 weeks old

Well, it's been an exciting 10 weeks so far. My, how time flies. I thought that since I am so much older and wiser than I was 10 weeks ago, I should take the time to reflect on everything I've learned.

These days I am full of smiles. Everything is just so funny! I like to look at people's faces and smile at them, especially if they smile at me.

I'm enjoying cooing and making other noises. I'm already pretty good at the French "r"! Sometimes I say "agoo" and sometimes I say "areu."

I can almost hold up my head, which makes things difficult for my parents, because I am always trying to push away from them to get a better view! I like to look out the big window in our bedroom at the moon and the Apollo Theater.

Of course, I am quite an expert at swinging. There's nothing like a good swing! Really the best thing about it is that you get a really good view of what's going on. I like to observe my parents as they eat their dinner. I can't wait till I get to sit with them.

And just yesterday I learned how to roll over onto one side! I'm still practicing, but check me out in this picture - I got here all by myself.

And I weigh 12 lbs 10 oz! (That's 5.7 kg.) I just love Mommy's milk!

Victory!

I have tamed the wild beast!

My First Thanksgiving

We had Thanksgiving dinner at our house, and my Mommy and Grandma spent all afternoon cooking things that they said were good to eat, like turkey and cranberry sauce. I don't know what all the fuss was about, though, because I didn't get to eat any of it! I liked the smell of the pumpkin bread and the apple crumble, but all I got to eat was milk. Ah well.
I have heard that people are nicer to cute, sweet little babies, so I am practicing being adorable. What do you think?


Maybe next year they will let me have some of the Thanksgiving dinner. Though Mommy says that next year we might be in France, so we will eat a big duck. Quack!

Rub a dub dub

I just love getting a bath! I used to scream and cry when my parents were putting me into the bath, and then I cried when they took me out of my bath, but now I know what it's all about - my parents must just love to splash me with water! So I splash and smile and coo while my Daddy washes me with a duckie bath glove. And then afterwards I get to be dried off in a big towel. That is fun too!

But I am almost too big for my bathtub already. I guess it's time for my parents to move. Then we'll have a really big bathtub!

Shots!

Mommy didn't take a picture of me today because it is so wet and dark outside, but here is another one she took yesterday. I think it shows my serious, contemplative side.


Today we went to see the doctor, and he seemed pretty nice - until he took out some big needles to stab me with! But I was very good and I hardly cried at all.

I now weigh 12 lbs and 2 oz! The nurse always thinks I'm shorter than my parents do...She says I am only 23 and a quarter inches long. Hmmph!

Let's boogie!

Dans edelim!