happy halloween!

Superman, here, flying by to wish everyone a very Happy Halloween!

sleep

This is a warning to all babies out there. Please pay attention:

Sleep books are dangerous to your health,
especially when your parents read them and try to get
you to do what is in them.

I say this because, unfortunately, I've had first hand experience being traumatized by one myself. It all started after we visited that same doctor who suggested that my parents stick mushy stuff in my mouth. He told my mom that I shouldn't be nursing at night. He told her she would get in the habit of waking up at night too if she were served a Dagwood sandwich each night. And thus, it all began. My mother began graphing my eating, sleeping and crying habits to look for patterns to see where and how she could get me to sleep through the night and she began reading that book. She even called it her bible for awhile.

Well, I have put up a good fight. I wailed vehemently whenever I woke up and food wasn't on the menu, thus I got some. My mom kept telling my dad that she didn't think I was hungry and that I had just gotten used to eating every few hours, day or night. So, this past Saturday night they put that theory to the test. My mom told my dad to take care of me at night if (ha! when!) I woke up, but she wasn't going to because she would just end up feeding me. That night was a long one! They gave in at about 3 am and my mom rushed in to feed me so we could all get some sleep.

I thought that would have put an end to all these theories and graphs and analyzing. I am just a baby, I eat sometimes, I sleep sometimes. Come on! But it hasn't. I have been sleeping much longer stretches at night since they made me cry soo much on Saturday but I still don't like to go down for a nap on my own. My mom always wraps me up, puts on my light and music show (I've learned this is called a mobile) and then says she loves me and she will be back after I get some rest. I can't get rest anymore without seeing her lovely face. So, I cry and cry and cry. And she comes back and I stop. She says again that it is nap time, rubs my forehead a little and leaves. And I cry and cry and cry. And she comes back, I stop, she says...I think you get the picture.

Well, today guess what??? She didn't come back! I cried for almost half an hour and got no mommy! So finally I gave up and took my nap. Mom, I think I am ready for a lovey, since it looks like you figured out my crying game.

**This post was too graphic for any pictures.**

beastie baby

I don't know who Run DMC or the Beastie Boys are but my mom told me I really looked the part a few days ago when I put on my Adidas track suit. I just wanted to protect myself from the drizzle going on outside. And since they don't make rain coats in my size yet, I thought this would work. Well, the minute my mom saw me she ran to her jewelry box to find some large ornament to hang around my neck and take a picture of me. Do you really think I look anything like this guy??

bananas!

I have begun to hear my parents throw around this idea of "starting solids". Last week at the doctor's office, we were given some pamphlets about this too. I wasn't sure what this phrase referred to but I think I am beginning to understand. A few days ago my dad put this thing in my mouth with some mushy yellow stuff on it. It did not taste like anything I am used to. Really, the anything I am used to is just one thing: liquid gold, or breastmilk. I could eat that stuff all day!

But it looks like that won't last forever. While my mom has yet to give me any, my dad is very into these "solids". He mashes whatever he can find up and tries to stick it in my mouth. Until a few days ago, I thought it was a game and I promptly shot it back out at him. But not this time. I actually digested some of the stuff and it wasn't so bad. So, I guess I have started solids. Though, personally, I think a better name for them would be mushies. There is nothing solid about them.

sweatshop baby

I have started a new hobby: sewing. Well, technically, my mother has, but I oversee all of her work. For our first project, she is making me a halloween costume. I'm not going to tell you what it is, but I will give you a hint: it involves red briefs and a cape! Stay tuned...

beantown baby

Last week I took my first trip in an airplane (in which I was very well-behaved). My mother and I went back to her old hometown of Boston. She was very excited to eat all the foods that she can't get in Seattle; Dunkin Donuts, JP Licks Coffee Oreo ice cream, cannolis, #11 at Sorella's, anything from El Oriental de Cuba, a hamburger sub at D'Angelo's, coffee syrup, and those little chocolate chip cookies from Entenmann's. Of course, I didn't get to participate in the eating of any of these treats, but if my mom is happy, I am happy!



We stayed with this lovely lady named Suzi. She has two cats. One of them was only a few pounds less than me, and I am big (so that means the cat was big!!). I got to hang out with my mom all the time, and everyday we met different friends of hers. I rode on a train and stayed up past my bedtime several times. But I was cool about it. I was so happy most of the time that Suzi suggested


I go to war-torn countries to help everyone get along better...a Babies without Borders kind of thing! Any other babies out there interested and know how to write grants?
















Anyway, my mother did finally get the hint from all my drooling and stuffing my hand in my mouth that yes, I am teething. She bought me a few souvenirs from Boston that I eagerly gnawed away at. But my favorite was an apple that I sucked on at Siu Wan's house.

I look forward to going back to Boston soon when I will be able to eat more New England treats!