Mother’s Day 2009

Happy Mother’s Day, Momma!

Daddy helped me make breakfast in bed for Momma today.  Jake played his part in the surprise by keeping her in bed late while Daddy and I cooked downstairs in the kitchen.  We made pancakes and eggs and coffee and juice.  And a card.

Later, Joycee and Papa Gene came over and we all went to the arboretum and walked around.  Papa Gene said I could spend the night in a tree if I wanted, but I preferred to go get something to eat.  So we went for Thai food where I had a some of Joycee’s tofu salad.  I stayed up real late again!

Hands off my Momma

Are you less than three feet tall?

Then keep your hands off my Momma.  I don’t want any other babies touching her.  She’s mine.

What happens if you do touch my Momma?  You’ll get a hand to the face and a good shove.  Little baby Alex at daycare learned that lesson this morning.

My Momma’s Allright, My Dadda’s Allright…

You know what? Daddy is actually pretty cool.

For a while I was feeling like Momma was the best thing on this planet and no-body and no-thing even came close. But I’ve discovered Daddy- and he’s a pretty good substitute. I may even prefer him on occasion.

Sorry for dissing you before, Daddy.

Dinner Delights

I had a fabulous dinner this evening. Here’s the menu:

amous bouche
array of organic kamut puffs

appetizer
pile of organic black beans

salad
hand-grated cheddar cheese

main course
breaded tofu rectangles with cumin

vegetable
jar of organic spinach and potato

dessert
yogurt with swirl of peach puree

Now, if that seems like a lot, it is. But the important part is that much of it was finger food. Momma has been trying to get me off the jarred food, but I usually react to table food by shoving it away, throwing it on the floor, or throwing it up. I’m averse to texture and chunks of any kind. And so it’s a bit of a miracle that I ate such a variety, and with quite a bit of relish- pun intended. I rejected the tofu at first, but after the spinach I decided to give it a try and shoved it all in my mouth at once. The old girl (Momma) was so pleased she nearly peed her pants. (I peed my pants at least once during dinner, but that’s neither here nor there.)

But the food wasn’t the best part of dinner for me. What was the best was Momma let me feed myself with a spoon. I dipped it in the spinach jar and then put the (correct) end into my mouth. I did so well that she let me feed myself the yogurt too. She’s on cloud 9.

Well, have to go… apparently I need a bath.

Genes

Who do I look like: Momma or Daddy?

You can cast your vote by leaving a comment for this post. (link just below)

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!

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.