Mamma's given me manicures before. She's cut and filed my nails down all nice and pretty. But she keeps forgetting the nail polish. I just wish someone would invent nail polish that wasn't washable.
Does Johnson & Johnson take special orders for creating new products? I'd like to order some ear-hair remover and some tear-free Head and Shoulders. Can they ship overnight delivery?
D: You've been in the bathtub a long time. You're going to turn into a prune!
I think I'll be the one to teach Ewan about the potty. Because Mamma and Daddy aren't the best teachers. I ask to watch Elmo Potty a bazillion times a day. It's my favorite thing. Elmo's a good teacher. So I tell Mamma woo-woo (because they're calling it the wrong thing when they say poo-poo) and run to the potty. But when she sees poop in my diaper, she thinks she has to change my diaper, and not that I'm holding in the rest of my woo-woo for the potty. I'm being patient. I'm trying to work with them. But I think I'll be the one to help Ewan. I understand woo-woo-fu.
Mamma has strong bathtime-fu. Either that, or I love water, love being naked, love massages, love being naked, love having my head rubbed, or love being naked. I think I love being naked.
n: Nina poopoo.
D: Nina, how about we go run around? Or swing? Or eat popsicles? Or make drawings?
I've been waaay too predictable for Mamma and Daddy. Good sleeper, sleeping a lot night and day, good eater, eating every 3 hours, and fussy at the same time each night. So to shake things up - yesterday and today I refused to close my eyes and sleep. And I ate at different times, stretching it out to 4 hours, and then quickly asking to eat after 2 hours. But I think my plan backfired. Mamma and Daddy seem fine to spend awake time with me during the day, and I'm so exhausted I crash at 9pm and only wake once during the night. Frick.
We celebrated by both sleeping (and Mamma too) to let Daddy have time to play his video games. But we love Daddy everyday!
I have Mamma's nose, Daddy's fingers, Mamma's coloring, Daddy's curls, Mamma's morning moodiness, and Daddy's noses spit up. All over my bed, face, pjs. Scary scary.
Hmmm.... Eat, sleep, poop, coo, smile. Yup. I'm pretty sure I've met all my milestones for my second mirthday.
Mamma started work yesterday. And I gotta say, I like this staying home with Daddy gig. Bottles, nom-nom-nom, mmm, mmm, good. Nina? I don't think she's happy with sharing Daddy and missing Mamma.
(discussion after Ewan nursed)
I'm betting that Ewan will be bigger than me in a couple of months. He's not yet 2 months old and he outgrew his 0-3 month clothing (size 000 for those south of the equator) a couple of weeks ago.
Daddy wants to be all-do-it-yourself at our new place. In preparation for him learning electrical work, we thought it wise to meet the nice men and women who will be coming to our rescue.
I have a thumb! That is if I can find it again. But for two glorious seconds today I sucked on my own thumb and didn't need to ask Mamma or Daddy to give me my soothie. Ahhh....
Ewan and I had this great plan to stay awake all day and night and not sleep in an effort to make Mamma and Daddy super-duper silly exhausted. It worked! For one day. But today? Not so much. Too tired.
D'oh! I just got the memo that my poops are supposed to be yellow and not green. Okay. Rectified that. My intestines are no longer in hyper-over-drive mode. But unfortunately Daddy also got a memo -- that my unswaddle-fu was stronger than his swaddle-fu (I'm a very very very strong baby boy). And now he's brought in reinforcements! His new swaddle-fu is very very very very strong!
My big sister is scared of ants. To help treat her fear Mamma and Daddy have paired something she loves (me) with what she fears (ants on my shirt). Really? Mamma and Daddy are already using me in their psychological experiments? They couldn't have waited until I was old enough to give consent? And what if she becomes scared of me?! Did they even think of that?!
D: What's so funny?
I'm a big sister now. That's a lot of responsibility. And while sometimes I don't want to act like a good role model, I'm trying my best. Like sitting on the potty. I know all about pooping and peeing and toilets and diapers. I know the difference between poops and farts. I know when I'm about to poop. I like to look at my poop in my diaper, talk about Mamma and Daddy's poops and pees, watch them flush the toilet and wash their hands. But I also don't like to sit on my potty. Mamma and Daddy have asked and prompted and cajoled. I'm a very stubborn girl when I want to be. But tonight, in an effort to help potty-train Ewan, I sat on the potty. Because his poop is stinky. Oh. And because Mamma read me The Lorax while I sat on the potty.
So exciting! We're moving! If I have two homes before I'm 3 months old, how many homes will I have before I'm 1 year old?
I know they want a white background. But Mamma, couldn't you have avoided my spit-up stains?
And now, didn't you notice there were blankets around me?
Geez, can you use a larger flash? It made me spit up my lunch!
Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were ready to take another shot.
Okay. Hopefully the passport agency will accept a semi-side profile.
I'll translate some of Mamma and Daddy's words for you. When they say ___, what they really mean is:
It took my big sister a while to discover the bears when she was a baby. Good thing I've got her to teach me about the world and give me hints/winks/nudges in the right direction.
Daddy's giving me lessons on video-gaming.
... Oh. So that's what the world looks like when I open my eyes. Eh. Back to sleep.
M: Where's Nina?
