Mommy is #1

I want Mommy and no one else will do.

If you do not produce her in the next 15 seconds I will start screaming and continue until I see her. Don’t even think about trying to pick me up because I will just arch my back and shove you away. I may hurt myself in the process, but such measures are necessary to communicate my complete dissatisfaction with your presence and attention in lieu of hers.

Can you not tell that I’ve had a really hard day? My ear hurts and I’ve got throbbing gums. I’m about to lose it, so just go away and send Mommy in here RIGHT NOW. I don’t care if she’s busy, give her to me!

Happy Easter!

No candy for me, but lots of fuzzy things. Fuzzy bunny, fuzzy dog, fuzzy bunny. And lots of new summer clothes from Grandma and Grandpa. We went out to eat at Carnival. There was a jazz band playing in the bar and I showed off all I’ve learned in Wiggleworms.

I got to spend time with G’ma Joyce and G’pa Gene. They take some getting used to, but I warmed up to them after a while. G’ma scared me by popping into the bathroom while I was taking a bath. Sorry for the girly shriek, but I was naked and wasn’t expecting visitors!

New technique to drive Momma crazy

Now that I have teeth on the top as well as the bottom I have discovered a new way to make Momma squirm. Rub them together. It creates the most fascinating sound and sensation in my mouth. But it drives her wild and she begs me to stop. I plan to use this to my advantage. I might just threaten to do it and not stop until she surrenders her keys to me permanently.

I’m sick and I want my Momma

This was supposed to be a fun weekend in St. Louis for ‘cuz ‘cuz Jessalyn’s wedding, but I felt horrible. My last ear infection didn’t go away and so I was running a fever all weekend. This made me very cranky and I cried a lot and didn’t want anyone to touch me except for my Momma. Plus they wouldn’t let me nap. They kept me up late at various parties and kept moving me around from place to place. Who can blame me for being so upset? Sorry everyone, I just wasn’t myself.

Eight small steps…

I can walk! I’ve been taking a couple of steps here and there, but tonight I walked clear across two feet of hardwood floor and into Momma’s arms.