I haven’t quite figured out how to take my own “selfies.” So mom has to help me.
Does that technically make it a “mommie”?
Two.
Bigger. Chubbier. Cuter. All in a month’s work.
Twas the season.
All I have known is a holiday season.
There was hanging with Grampy while he gave thanks and ate pie.
There was posing in front of the decorated tree with my sister.
There was lounging at the ski lodge on Christmas day while mom and dad skied.
And after the New Year, there was the sad act of putting away the tree decorations. At least I didn’t have to help.
So now we are into the non holiday season. Hopefully it is just a special,
Pacifist.
I am a bit of a pacifist, starting from my earliest days.
Sometimes my pacifism gets dropped, but I am fortunate enough to have someone older and wiser guide me back to my pacifist ways.
I know she was once a pacifist, but she also probably just doesn’t like to hear me complain.
I won’t fight her help.
Sigh.
I fell asleep the other day and had the weirdest dream. Then I woke up and realized it wasn’t a dream.
Sigh. Someday I will be able to defend myself.
Merry Christmas
Christmas is about a baby. I’m a baby. So there’s that. That’s probably where the similarities end, but it sure is nice to know He was once small and helpless like I am right now.
Merry Christmas!!
One.
I am now one month old.
I don’t have too much more to say about that. Except, don’t you love my tie?
Illusion.
You may think my life is all cuddles and fireplaces.
But here is the rest of the story:
A twizzle dog, a big sister, a movie played yet again, and toys dangerously shoved in my face.
I try to not let that all get in the way of my beauty sleep, though.
My world.
I can’t seem to get through my day without at least one of these things happening to me:
Getting poked in the face.
Getting nibbled.
Getting squished into selfies.
And being bothered during my nap.
I suppose I have a pretty great life.
First bath.
I had my first bath not so long ago.
I accidentally did this to mom.
So they teamed up against me and did this.
So I gave them this stink face.
But then I let my guard down and let this face slip. Too cute.
I then redeemed myself by letting them realize the true nature of my freshly washed old bald man hair. I win.
But I am actually a little sorry for the projectile vomit. Maybe I did sorta deserve that bath.