friends

Double the excitement of a normal day, yesterday was not an ordinary Sunday. At church some of Mummy and Daddy's friends from Virginia showed up and surprised us. The last time either family had seen each other, Mummy was too sick to eat anything except the snacks of their toddler, and the other mummy was as big as a tent, pregnant with two. Now the twins are six months old and I am three months old and we all got to see each other. It was so much fun to roll around with the other babies. And the bigger boy really loved giving me hugs and kisses.

Then we went out to Ventura to visit my uncle, auntie and my only cousin. My cousin had a sad day, he had fallen and hurt himself, but he was very kind to me. By the end of the afternoon I was tired of being with strangers; I missed my house and my toys. My Mum was comforting me and rocking me in my cousin's room and he came in quietly and got out one of his favorite books. He didn't stay to read it with us, but he gave it to Mummy to read to me, then silently left the room. My cousin is a little over a year old but I thought that was like what a big boy would do. I sure like my cousin and I can't wait until I'm older and we can play together.

I slept well last night because I was so worn out, but it's fun to make new friends.

songs

My Daddy makes up songs for me all the time. He's funny and creative. Some of my favourite quotes from his songs are:

...
"Mommy is making food different from yours,
because she's making this food outdoors:
...
"are you exploring your tongue with your fingers,
or exploring your fingers with your mouth?"

faker

I am a big faker. I am the best trickster that I know. I can get away with it because I am the baby and everyone loves me. It is the most fun game I've discovered so far in life.

I've made it very clear to my parents that I'm not interested in pacifiers. I haven't decided yet if it's the texture, the shape, or what, but my parents have bought just about every different pacifier they could find, and they try every day to get me to take one, but I won't. I like to gnaw on my fist and suck on my knuckles, but just for fun. What do I suck to soothe myself? Mummy's baby finger or Daddy's middle finger.

(I'm well aware that Mummy's baby finger is much smaller than Daddy's middle finger and that Mummy call that "incongruous" but that's part of the fun.)

So here's the trick: when Mummy or Daddy is holding me and letting me suck her/his finger, I relax and look like I'm sleeping. I do this for so long that my parents think I really am sleeping, but as soon as they try to pull the finger out they discover my death-grip on it, and I usually can't resist giving them a little smirk. I sure fool them, it is so much fun!

this is the good life

I am almost three months old, so I know that my experience is limited, but I know that I'm a very lucky boy. My Mummy stays home with me all day. We play and sing, we go for walks, and we take naps. My Daddy works all day. His office is close to home and sometimes I go and visit him. He works very very hard so that we can afford for Mummy to stay home. They say that that's not very easy because LA is expensive, but Mummy and Daddy are both happy and as long as I've still got food I guess everything is fine.

When Daddy comes home he plays with me. He plays, "whose toes are these?" with me and calls me Mr. Doodles because I'm his little Dude. Is that because I'm a California baby? Anyway, in return for all that he does for me, I give him a gurgling pep talk every morning before he goes to work. He says it really helps, and that this month he has done especially well. I'm glad that I can help him out because he's the greatest.

I've met a lot of babies, and they all seem pretty happy, but I know that my life is wonderful and that I'm probably luckier than all those babies.