You made need another baby around to help translate what I am saying. As you can tell I found my voice the other day and have not let up.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Baby Talk - Maya Style
Friday, September 28, 2007
4 Months Old!!
Today I turned 4 months old...or as Dad says to anyone who asks...I am 124 days old! For my birthday Dad took me to Apple Orchard to buy some sun glasses to help protect my eyes. Then when we got home we went for a stroll in my antique Colson stroller. It's a bit bumpy but its a classic ride!
I have been having a great time with my nanny Andrea over the past two weeks. I am still not drinking from the bottle so she has to take me to see Mom for lunch everyday at the Museum. They have tried everything to get me to drink from the bottle and I am just not taking it. Since I have started teething they decided to put some cold milk in a Born Free bottle that has a sippy cup top to it. I chew on the top because it feels good on my incoming teeth and at the same time I get a little nourishment.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Mini Me
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Rolling and Teething
I am beginning to wonder if I will ever get well? Between the three of us we just keep passing on the runny noses, sore throats and fevers! I was sick last week and now Mom has come down with a tickle in her throat that has turned into a nasty cold. I finally got over my virus only to catch what Mom now has. As if I needed to get sick again! It's a vicious cycle that seems to be making the rounds from one person to the next. Sorry Dad, you're next!
And just when we all thought we were due some good luck we were hit yet again. Dad's computer started making some funny sounds and then it just up and died. There must have been a major malfunction in the hard drive since it made all kinds of noises before dying. The good news is that his warranty runs out on September 30th so Dell is sending him a new hard drive. The bad news is that we may have lost all of my pictures saved on his computer. Knowing just how awful Dell computers are Dad decided to buy a back-up hard drive to save all of the data on. He bought it last week and unfortunately didn't have a chance to back anything up. At least the best pictures are on Google's server so that I have something to look back on in the years to come.
A couple of firsts have happened this past week. Last Saturday I surprised myself and everyone else by learning how to roll over. The only problem is that I am not sure what to do once I have rolled over. I don't have the strength to get my right arm out from underneath me so I always find myself crying for help to finish the task. It won't be long before I find myself rolling under the furniture.
Mom and Dad are beginning to think that I may be teething. As you can see from the picture above I have discovered the satisfying art of chewing on my fingers. I believe I am developing my first set of teeth so chewing on my fingers helps to ease the pain. However, sometimes I shove my fingers a little too far down my throat and gag myself causing me to spit up some of my food. Mom and Dad are now trying to get me to chew on my teething toys instead on my little fingers.
And just when we all thought we were due some good luck we were hit yet again. Dad's computer started making some funny sounds and then it just up and died. There must have been a major malfunction in the hard drive since it made all kinds of noises before dying. The good news is that his warranty runs out on September 30th so Dell is sending him a new hard drive. The bad news is that we may have lost all of my pictures saved on his computer. Knowing just how awful Dell computers are Dad decided to buy a back-up hard drive to save all of the data on. He bought it last week and unfortunately didn't have a chance to back anything up. At least the best pictures are on Google's server so that I have something to look back on in the years to come.
A couple of firsts have happened this past week. Last Saturday I surprised myself and everyone else by learning how to roll over. The only problem is that I am not sure what to do once I have rolled over. I don't have the strength to get my right arm out from underneath me so I always find myself crying for help to finish the task. It won't be long before I find myself rolling under the furniture.
Mom and Dad are beginning to think that I may be teething. As you can see from the picture above I have discovered the satisfying art of chewing on my fingers. I believe I am developing my first set of teeth so chewing on my fingers helps to ease the pain. However, sometimes I shove my fingers a little too far down my throat and gag myself causing me to spit up some of my food. Mom and Dad are now trying to get me to chew on my teething toys instead on my little fingers.
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