Christmas - Now, That's a Holiday!

I just experienced my first Christmas this past week, and I was very impressed. I mean a holiday with tons of lights, brightly colored paper, and gobs of people begging to hold me; what could be better? Mom decorated the house for my enjoyment, and I love looking at all of the white and colored lights; it seems that she has also hung a big sock on the fireplace just for me, and the rents hold me up to touch it all of the time. The best part of the house is the Santa who climbs a ladder to decorate the tree; I could watch him for hours! Then all of these boxes with colorful paper showed up under the tree; it was very exciting! Opie was really excited too! I liked this whole Christmas thing before it even arrived.

Grandma Kendig came in from Arizona to visit, and I got to meet her for the first time. It was really nice. She brought a picture of dad from when he was a baby, and we look like twins,

except for the cheeks and dimples that definitely come from mom.

On Christmas Eve (so I was told), I got to get all dressed up, and we went to Grandma Purnell's house, and there were tons of people there. Everyone wanted to hold me. It was fun for a minute, but it was past my normal bedtime, and as I have said before, I need my beauty rest, so I insisted on crying until mom rocked me to sleep. Had I known that I was going to miss opening presents, I might have stayed awake a bit longer, but mom opened them for me, and I got lots of neat stuff, including an Olivia book and a doll all the way from Paris, which Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Ian bought for me from their trip. Aunt Mallory got me a very trendy shirt and jacket from Lucky; my impeccable fashion sense never ceases to impress. Grandma Purnell got me an interactive house that teaches me numbers and letters; I have no idea what that means, but I'm sure that I will find out soon enough. Christmas Eve is definitely something I plan on staying awake for next year!

On Christmas Day, I woke up really early and refused to go back to sleep. I heard about this Santa guy, and I really wanted to see him. Even though I put forth one heck of an effort to stay up as long as possible after my 4:00 a.m. feeding, I still did not see the big jolly guy, and I was so tired that I slept through present opening AGAIN! I need to come up with a better plan for next year. Santa and Grandma Kendig got me all kinds of cool presents; I even got my own mini-golf set with a sea creature obstacle course from Grandma K; Tiger Woods better watch himself!

All of the gifts that I got are amazing!! Two of my favorites are my Pooh bear from Great-Aunt Marsha and my hand-painted bird to match my room from Ms. Sharon. Ms. Lisa came over today and brought me a scarf that she made to match mom's scarf, which Lisa made a few years ago. I don't mind matching
with mom now, but I hope she doesn't get too used to the idea. At this point in my life, I would rather stare at the TV than play with any of the cool stuff that I got; I mean mom and dad have a 50" TV in the living room, how can I resist? Yet, I know that these toys will be very fun once I can at least sit up on my own.

I hope everyone had as merry of a Christmas as I did! I can't wait for Christmas next year!!!

A Week with Grandma

So, mom went back to work this week, and I got to stay at Grandma's house. Boy is she a pushover. It was awesome! She let me lay in my bouncy chair right next to the Christmas tree so that I could stare at the lights, and when I was done doing that, all I had to do was cry for about two minutes, and she would pick me up and hold me for the rest of the day. She finally did learn the trick that the sound of the bathroom fan makes me very tired, so she laid my Moses basket outside of the hallway bathroom door; next time I must not give away my secrets. She is pretty funny too. She would make faces and try to get me to smile; I tried not to give in very often so that she would keep trying. Boy, do I know how to work her or what! She kept trying to get me to hold my rattle, but why would I do something that everyone else already does for me; I'm no dummy. As soon as I decide to hold that rattle on my own, they will stick me on the floor and expect me to entertain myself - no way, Jose! Grandma took a ton of pictures of me, and I would love to post them, but I can't until she figures out how to download them to the computer. I may not get them until I am old enough to show her how to download pictures. Grandma does have this little rat-dog named Baxter; he whines more than I do. I was lucky that I did not die from a head trauma. The little dog kept jumping way too close to my head; I think that he was just warning me that I better not come around too often and take the attention away from him. Message received! I must say that waking up at 6:30 to get in the car and get over to Grandma's house was not pleasant. I need my beauty sleep, and I did not enjoy being disturbed before my 7:00 breakfast. Oh, well! All in all it was a pretty good week; I would definitely do it again; although, I did miss crazy mom a little bit.

On a side note, I love getting my diaper changed. I pee in my pants, and somebody else cleans it up! It doesn't get better than that. Every time I get my diaper changed, I show my enjoyment by smiling and cooing. I'm going to put off the potty thing as long as possible.

I'm a big girl now - the ups and downs of growing up!

So, the last couple of days have cemented my status as a 2-month-old. Yesterday, mom finally let me take a nap in my big girl crib; I would have done it sooner, but I have already told you about my neurotic mother... The bed was quite comfy and BIG! I see the approaching light of saying goodbye to that cramped little bassinet next to my constantly snoring father. I try to out-snore him, and I do win, sometimes.
Anyways, back to my nap; I was entertained by these birds flying above my head. I have a feeling that they are spying on me, so I must make friends with them so that they never snitch on me for anything. My lamb got to come with me to the new room, which helped me fall asleep. I cried a little, just to make sure that they did not forget about me, and I made sure to cry even more whenever mom walked in the room, just to let her know that I wanted my privacy. I hope this becomes a regular thing; I already feel like Miss Independent - don't let mom know though; it might hurt her feelings.

Along with this new found independence, I have decided to start holding my head up all by myself. I want to make sure that my parents know what a big girl I am because I have heard a rumor that Christmas is coming, and I want some big girl toys.

After my bath the other night, mom and dad made me wear a robe around the house; take a step back people; I am not THAT old yet. Geesh, I have to guide these people in everything.

Now, the new sleeping arrangement is a welcomed change in growing up, but then the very mean rents had to knock me down a notch by taking me to the doctor today! It was terrible; I am scarred for life - no, really, I am! First, the doctor measured and weighed me while I was naked nonetheless, oh, the embarrassment of it all. He then told me that I am 22.75 inches long, which puts me in the 67th percentile for height, and 12 lb. 5 oz., which places me in the 84th percentile for weight. It just means that I am going to be an athlete; no jokes, please. To top it all off, my parents actually let these horrible people stick 5 needles in my legs. You have no idea the agony! The nurse put these colorful band aides on me, - check them out in my picture - like that makes up for anything; I think not! I have no idea why I was put through this torture; it must be some sort of sick way to test my maturity and strength as a 2-month-old; well, I screamed bloody murder - serves them right. Mom has told me several times since we got home what a strong and brave girl I am; although, I agree with her, I hope she does not think that this makes up for anything. She is on my bad list right now. Maybe, after a couple more meals, I will forgive her. Only time will tell. Well, the needles must have been some sort of mean way to get me to sleep because I feel really tired, so I must give in now and take a nap.

Brrr...December is here

It is getting pretty exciting around the house because mom decorated for Christmas, and all of the lights are really fun to stare at. It is getting pretty cold out, so I spend a lot of time in one of my really warm sleeper sacks, and mom forces me to wear this ridiculous hat every time we go outside. I don't mind too much because everyone comments on how cute I am when I wear it.

I went and saw Santa Clause the other day; again, like Halloween, I don't know what all of the fuss is about. He was a nice, jolly man, but I thought that the hour long wait with the screaming kids and flashing Christmas decorations was much more exciting. Still, like always, I aim to please, so I chilled out on his lap for all of two minutes and got a few pictures taken. Mom and dad left a bib on me until they were actually placing me on his lap so that I would not ruin my outfit, so just to have a little of my own fun, I puked on myself the minute after I left Santa - ha, ha! I hope that he got my ESP messages letting him know that I want a never ending bottle and a pony for Christmas.

Well, my blog is now caught up to present day. As you can tell, the last two months have been quite a whirlwind, and I expect that the whilrwind is going to continue, so I will keep updating you as I experience new milestones and events. Happy Holidays!

My First Thanksgiving

I just celebrated my first Thanksgiving at Grandma's house, and Aunt Mallory, her boyfriend, her friend Lauren, Aunt Stephanie, Uncle Ian, Mom, and Dad were all there. I got to wear my fun turkey day outfit that Mrs. Lisa got me. I was actually smaller than the turkey, not that I know why they were comparing me to a turkey. They tried to leave me in the Moses basket while they ate a huge feast, but I was not about to let that happen, so I made sure to cry until I got to join everyone at the table - no one puts baby in a corner. After dinner, everyone took turns holding me, and I got to do my favorite thing, fall asleep while being held; I didn't want dad to feel alone.

A couple of days after Thanksgiving, I found out some tragic news; I come from a divided household. My dad is a yellow jacket, and my mom is a bulldog. As is tradition, we watched the UGA vs. GA Tech football game; I cried because dad made me wear GT clothes and because UGA lost for the first time in 8 years; so sad, Georgia couldn't pull out a win for my first game! They'll have to win next year when I get to wear my UGA cheerleading outfit.

Godparents

I have a big family who loves me so much, and come to find out, I also have godparents and a godsister. I must be pretty important. My godmother is one of my mom's best friends who has been a huge part of my mom's life since 4th grade. Her name is Kate, and she was there when I was born. Apparently, she is pretty neat; she has traveled all over the world, and she is pretty accomplished in the Wildlife community. I plan on sucking up to her so that she will take me somewhere cool someday. I am already following in my godmom's footsteps by becoming a tree hugger myself.
My godfather is James, who is one of my dad's closest friends. He eats dinner at our house at least once a week, and he and dad try to make money playing online poker; they aren't always very successful. James was a little nervous about holding me at first, but I think he is starting to get the hang of it now. He seems pretty laid back, which is cool with me.

I also am lucky enough to have a godsister. Her name is Reese, and she is about 6 months older than me. She is the daughter of my mom's other best friend, Kelli. They have been like sisters since they were 3, and now, Reese and I get to carry that friendship into the next generation. Unfortunately, Reese lives in Texas, but I got to meet her a couple of weeks ago, right before Thanksgiving. I cried most of the time - I'm blaming my stomach again - and she played the whole time. Reese, I promise next time I'll play too!

Playtime

I am starting to really like this new world. I got this really neat Baby Einstein Ocean Animals Activity Mat; it entertains me for about 10 minutes at a time. I really like the mirror, the part that lights up and plays music, and the yellow fish. I think that the fish is my new best friend. The whale makes for a pretty comfortable pillow also.

There was this thing called the Presidential Election that took place the other day. I wanted to vote, but I don't think that they would have let me, so dad gave me his sticker, and I felt pretty important.

My umbilical cord stump finally fell off, so I get to have regular real baths, which I love. I love to have the water dumped on me, and mom sings this "Splish, Splash" song, which is actually pretty entertaining, and I kick my feet to show my approval. Dad videotaped me taking a bath the other day, and I know that he is going to blackmail me with it later on. Note to self: Find that tape

and destroy it - as soon as I can walk!

People come and visit me all of the time, and I am able to persuade them to hold me during the entirety of each and every visit; what can I say, I am really cute! Grandma visits at least once a week, and she has even babysat me a couple of times. Aunt Stephanie also comes to visit quite often, which is really nice considering she lives all the way downtown. Aunt Mallory comes over once in awhile, but she is really busy with work, school, and her changing boyfriends. I miss grandpa; he is living in West Virginia, but I know that I will see him as much as I can. I can't wait to meet my other grandma on December 23rd, and I am very excited that my other grandpa is coming in March!

Now, I don't want you to get the wrong idea; all of these new things are very fun, but my absolute favorite past times are still eating and sleeping!

My First Halloween

I experienced my first Halloween; I didn't think that it was all that it was cracked up to be. Mom dressed me up like a cow because she says that I am turning her into a cow by wanting to eat all of the time; I didn't find this very funny, and the costume was too big. The doorbell rang every five minutes, and Opie barked his head off, which just interrupted my sleep. I guess he had to because he was dressed up as a Playboy Mansion security guard; I'm still trying to figure out if I am one of the girls next door. I didn't get any of this candy that everyone is raving about, and again, my tummy was hurting, so I decided to cry for about an hour straight to get my point across - trick's on you! The only redeeming part of Halloween was the pumpkin that grandma painted for me and dad's really scary costume that made a bunch of kids run away.