I’ve mastered a few new skills.
Mom is so proud of me, but she says there is one skill she would really really like for me to master….
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Easter Obligations.
Get dressed up.
Take a family photo.
Sleep through church and then pose for more photos.
Napping in uncomfortable clothing and sitting for blurry close ups are small inconveniences in comparison to what the man we are celebrating endured.
Moral support.
Big sister came with me to my four month doctor appointment. She didn’t seem to be too sad that I had to get shots, but she did tell me that she got shots when she was a baby. Somehow that did make me feel better. Well, that and my very soft bunny blanket.
Four.
Four months old. I cannot complain, life is very good. Everyone loves me.
Surely not.
Hey mom, loving this new toy. Loving these new blue jeans!
Psst. Psst. Those were both mine. Girl jeans. Girl toys.
Mom. Um. What?
Sigh.
Vacation.
Vacation is….
Flying on a plane.
….then doing something called “relaxing,” which doesn’t seem all that different from my normal life.
Except that occasionally you wear a funny costume…
…and float around in a giant bathtub.
Hmm. Okay. Don’t totally get it.
Mom and dad sure do love the whole vacation thing.
As long as they are happy.
Three.
Dashingly handsome and obnoxiously sweet, all summed up in my three month smile.
Picnic.
There is this thing called a picnic.
It can happen outside.
It can happen inside, too.
But basically, wherever it happens, it consists of laying flat on your back on a blanket watching your big sister eat food you aren’t allowed to eat.
At least inside picnics don’t have the problem of blinding sunshine.
Yeah, not sure I understand the appeal of the whole picnic thing.
Pink.
Real men wear pink they say.
Or maybe real men just have an older sister, frugal parents and pink hand me downs.
In other news, I went to the doctor this week and got painful owies in my legs. Mom teared up and big sister was horrified, but apparently it’s pretty important to endure getting these “shots.”
oh, and the doctor said I am taller than 97% of other two month olds, and heavier than 74% of them. Hm. What’s wrong with the rest of those babies? Don’t they like to eat?
Maybe they should wear more pink.
Special power.
I have a special power. I can melt any heart. All I have to do is make this face.
Watch out world.