Three months old already....
Mom likes feet. She does not know why.
Aunt Donna said "Hide Rowan!" but Mommy won't let me tell you why.
I've just recently started noticing that there are furry creatures about the house that are about the same size as me. Mom seems to like them, especially this one. She talks to him in that same silly high pitched tone she does with me. More than once I've heard her reassure him that she loves him too but I know he's no match for me.
Mom hasn't warned me against kissing boys yet. Who am I kidding? MY mom warn against kissing boys. Yeah, right. This one gets to kiss me all he wants. He sends mom a text almost daily to say he loves us. He was there to witness my escape from her wretched womb. Other than the funny looking people in cloth clothing that didn't know my name, he was the first person to hold me, long before mom even got to lay eyes on me. He says they put me under a french fry lamp. Surely I didn't look like a tater. How sad for mom that she didn't get to see me for about 2-3 hours. Of course, if she had seen me she would have thought I was a candy cane or something. She was "tripping balls" as I've heard it said. Silly Mommy. Even I know not to trip over balls.
This is my Nana. She is absolutely over the moon about me. I think that finally, after all these years it has sunk in to her that she doesn't have to talk to mom 17 times a day. She knows she'll see us two times a week because I have to go stay with her one day when mom goes to work and on the evenings mom has to go to school. She thinks I'm a fussy one and I can sense her weakness so... I fuss when I'm with her. She needs to take a chill pill.
Now THIS dude.... he's chill. This is my Pawpaw. Nana overheard him talking to me the other day telling me how much he loves me. Mommy got all sniffly when she heard this. He was scared of me at first, thought he was going to drop me. He still hands me off the minute I start getting grumpy but since that doesn't happen as much when I'm in his lap, we just talk. And talk and talk and talk. He puts me on his knees so I can face him and he makes me giggle. I spy Mommy down the hall a lot, watching us with a sweet, sad look on her face. She worries he won't get to see me grow to be very old and it makes her sad. Of course, if he gets his wish (and he is coaching me very hard) and my first words are "Go Vols" she likely will kill him with her bare hands. Mom humors him and dresses me in Vols clothing but honestly she could care less about sports. I don't know who this Sandy Claws is yet, but I'm told that is who Pawpaw looks like. Mom had a come to Jesus meeting with him recently about his obsession with his yard. If anyone so much as sets an inch of a tire into his yard he goes into orbit. She told him to make the $%*& turnaround in the driveway bigger or get over it, she was driving in the #$%& yard. She had that thing in the center of her forehead when she said it. She gets it when she is mad. So far, she has never aimed it at me but my day will come. He told her there was plenty of room. One day, mom parked so that when he got home he'd have a hard time and guess what... he did. Didn't change anything and mom says when we get in the car "I bet you Pawpaw is standing at the window watching, counting how many times we have to forward, reverse, forward, reverse just to get out of the &%$* driveway.
This is my first day wearing a dress! Three months old and finally she puts me in a dress. The no dress days wasn't intentional. Mom realized one day I just don't have many dresses. She's going to make an effort to get more dresses for me because she thought I looked adorable. Personally I liked the tights.
Aunt Donna ran and grabbed the camera while Mom was checking her email. She said we both had the same expressions on our face. That was before she took the pic because as soon as she got the camera out Mom and I tried to ham it up but aunt Donna told us to do what we were doing a minute ago so... we did.
The first Saturday of each month Goodwill has everything half off. Mom picked up this beauty for about .50. Oh how she and aunt Donna laughed. Mom has a thing for tie die but when she saw this she was thrilled. Mommy doesn't drink much because well... I don't cry much. She had to wait for HOURS to get me to even make an unhappy face just so she could snap this picture. I am that good. I think she poked me in the eye with a stick to make me cry. Nah... just kidding. She wouldn't do that. Not on purpose at least.
Bath time is either great fun or terribly tramatic, sometimes both. Often we start out well. I'm warm, it is cozy. Then she washes my hair and hmmm... I'm not as happy. I like being in the tub with mom because she sings our bath song but the sink is a lonely place.
Mom says that Johnson and Johnson has that new baby smell patented. At home we use Dr. Bronners and Aveno Lavendar. This is our at aunt Donna's wash.
Everyone keeps telling mom I look like her. FINALLY she sees a picture of me and says hmm... I can see it. Jabba the baby. It's all about position and camera angle... at least that is what mom says when she sees her chins in a photo. Mom says her chins come and go and one day she hopes they will be gone for good. I brought them back. That's OK, she says. I'm worth it.
Practicing my right hook.
No mom! Please don't beat Zero within an inch of his life!!!! He'll stop knocking on the door when he can sleep with me in my room, I promise!
Somewhere mom has a picture of herself doing almost the same thing with the same grin but as a grown up.
Laundry. So.....much....laundry. This is how mom has justified 9 sleeping bag type sleepers, dozens of pants, dozens of onesies, eightteen pairs of socks that stay on my feet (she found them at Fred's) and all manner of bibs, burp clothes, diapers, blankets etc. She can go for almost 2 weeks and not have to do laundry. I wear a lot but since they are small they don't take up much space. At first we only had 3 of the sleepers she likes me to sleep in so it was laundry every other day. She whined and moaned. Now she can go ages which makes a happy mommy. This is a picture of me helping.
She thinks I'm beautiful.
Mom is amazed that I am so beautiful. She knew that she would think I'm gorgeous, she has to. That chemical kicks in that makes her think I'm the most awesome thing on the planet. The biological reaction that keeps humans from eating their young, she says. But the fact that I actually AM beautiful astounds her. My sweet nose, my LONG eyelashes, my pale and rosey complection (I have both). My big blue eyes. I wow her. She can't stop looking at me.
Climbing Boob Mountain. The brown is Mommy. When I get to the top I'll drink until full then roll back down.
What is a camera doing at the bottom of my Boppy?
All clean and dry after a bath with mom.
Sometimes I make sad faces which are just as cute as my happy ones.
Mom loves to play Rook. She says aunt Tammy always calls trump Blue. I don't know my colors well yet but I didn't see a blue card. Mommy says when aunt Tammy calls trump blue she does so through beer tinted glasses. Mom says we are keeping this set of cards forever and ever. She says that when I am a grown up that I can sit and play Rook with my friends and tell the story of how mom used these cards with me in her lap. Some traditions are precious. She had a set of Rook cards that she loved very much. She misses the feel of them, the smell. The way they felt between her fingers and on her cheek. She lost them. She misses them. But now she says we have started our own tradition.
After a walk in the fields to see the horses, donkeys and ducks I was tuckered out. Mom covered me with her jacket and let me rest.
She still hasn't gotten a new camera.... color is way off.
I want to live where the sunlight lights....
I'm ready for a nap woman!
Mom tries to pretend I was laughing but really I was getting my fussy on.
I'm a big girl but yet I'm so tiny. This woman loves me so very much yet she doesn't seem to know my name. She still insists on calling me Monkey. First it was Coconut before I arrived, now Monkey. From a fruit (is a coconut a fruit?) to a primate. What is next? She'll call me Chair. Or Gravel. She's an odd one, my mommy.
These are my mommas. And my pappas.
Mom likes feet. She does not know why.
Aunt Donna said "Hide Rowan!" but Mommy won't let me tell you why.
I've just recently started noticing that there are furry creatures about the house that are about the same size as me. Mom seems to like them, especially this one. She talks to him in that same silly high pitched tone she does with me. More than once I've heard her reassure him that she loves him too but I know he's no match for me.
Mom hasn't warned me against kissing boys yet. Who am I kidding? MY mom warn against kissing boys. Yeah, right. This one gets to kiss me all he wants. He sends mom a text almost daily to say he loves us. He was there to witness my escape from her wretched womb. Other than the funny looking people in cloth clothing that didn't know my name, he was the first person to hold me, long before mom even got to lay eyes on me. He says they put me under a french fry lamp. Surely I didn't look like a tater. How sad for mom that she didn't get to see me for about 2-3 hours. Of course, if she had seen me she would have thought I was a candy cane or something. She was "tripping balls" as I've heard it said. Silly Mommy. Even I know not to trip over balls.
This is my Nana. She is absolutely over the moon about me. I think that finally, after all these years it has sunk in to her that she doesn't have to talk to mom 17 times a day. She knows she'll see us two times a week because I have to go stay with her one day when mom goes to work and on the evenings mom has to go to school. She thinks I'm a fussy one and I can sense her weakness so... I fuss when I'm with her. She needs to take a chill pill.
Now THIS dude.... he's chill. This is my Pawpaw. Nana overheard him talking to me the other day telling me how much he loves me. Mommy got all sniffly when she heard this. He was scared of me at first, thought he was going to drop me. He still hands me off the minute I start getting grumpy but since that doesn't happen as much when I'm in his lap, we just talk. And talk and talk and talk. He puts me on his knees so I can face him and he makes me giggle. I spy Mommy down the hall a lot, watching us with a sweet, sad look on her face. She worries he won't get to see me grow to be very old and it makes her sad. Of course, if he gets his wish (and he is coaching me very hard) and my first words are "Go Vols" she likely will kill him with her bare hands. Mom humors him and dresses me in Vols clothing but honestly she could care less about sports. I don't know who this Sandy Claws is yet, but I'm told that is who Pawpaw looks like. Mom had a come to Jesus meeting with him recently about his obsession with his yard. If anyone so much as sets an inch of a tire into his yard he goes into orbit. She told him to make the $%*& turnaround in the driveway bigger or get over it, she was driving in the #$%& yard. She had that thing in the center of her forehead when she said it. She gets it when she is mad. So far, she has never aimed it at me but my day will come. He told her there was plenty of room. One day, mom parked so that when he got home he'd have a hard time and guess what... he did. Didn't change anything and mom says when we get in the car "I bet you Pawpaw is standing at the window watching, counting how many times we have to forward, reverse, forward, reverse just to get out of the &%$* driveway.
This is my first day wearing a dress! Three months old and finally she puts me in a dress. The no dress days wasn't intentional. Mom realized one day I just don't have many dresses. She's going to make an effort to get more dresses for me because she thought I looked adorable. Personally I liked the tights.
Aunt Donna ran and grabbed the camera while Mom was checking her email. She said we both had the same expressions on our face. That was before she took the pic because as soon as she got the camera out Mom and I tried to ham it up but aunt Donna told us to do what we were doing a minute ago so... we did.
The first Saturday of each month Goodwill has everything half off. Mom picked up this beauty for about .50. Oh how she and aunt Donna laughed. Mom has a thing for tie die but when she saw this she was thrilled. Mommy doesn't drink much because well... I don't cry much. She had to wait for HOURS to get me to even make an unhappy face just so she could snap this picture. I am that good. I think she poked me in the eye with a stick to make me cry. Nah... just kidding. She wouldn't do that. Not on purpose at least.
Bath time is either great fun or terribly tramatic, sometimes both. Often we start out well. I'm warm, it is cozy. Then she washes my hair and hmmm... I'm not as happy. I like being in the tub with mom because she sings our bath song but the sink is a lonely place.
Mom says that Johnson and Johnson has that new baby smell patented. At home we use Dr. Bronners and Aveno Lavendar. This is our at aunt Donna's wash.
Everyone keeps telling mom I look like her. FINALLY she sees a picture of me and says hmm... I can see it. Jabba the baby. It's all about position and camera angle... at least that is what mom says when she sees her chins in a photo. Mom says her chins come and go and one day she hopes they will be gone for good. I brought them back. That's OK, she says. I'm worth it.
Practicing my right hook.
No mom! Please don't beat Zero within an inch of his life!!!! He'll stop knocking on the door when he can sleep with me in my room, I promise!
Somewhere mom has a picture of herself doing almost the same thing with the same grin but as a grown up.
Laundry. So.....much....laundry. This is how mom has justified 9 sleeping bag type sleepers, dozens of pants, dozens of onesies, eightteen pairs of socks that stay on my feet (she found them at Fred's) and all manner of bibs, burp clothes, diapers, blankets etc. She can go for almost 2 weeks and not have to do laundry. I wear a lot but since they are small they don't take up much space. At first we only had 3 of the sleepers she likes me to sleep in so it was laundry every other day. She whined and moaned. Now she can go ages which makes a happy mommy. This is a picture of me helping.
She thinks I'm beautiful.
Mom is amazed that I am so beautiful. She knew that she would think I'm gorgeous, she has to. That chemical kicks in that makes her think I'm the most awesome thing on the planet. The biological reaction that keeps humans from eating their young, she says. But the fact that I actually AM beautiful astounds her. My sweet nose, my LONG eyelashes, my pale and rosey complection (I have both). My big blue eyes. I wow her. She can't stop looking at me.
Climbing Boob Mountain. The brown is Mommy. When I get to the top I'll drink until full then roll back down.
What is a camera doing at the bottom of my Boppy?
All clean and dry after a bath with mom.
Sometimes I make sad faces which are just as cute as my happy ones.
Mom loves to play Rook. She says aunt Tammy always calls trump Blue. I don't know my colors well yet but I didn't see a blue card. Mommy says when aunt Tammy calls trump blue she does so through beer tinted glasses. Mom says we are keeping this set of cards forever and ever. She says that when I am a grown up that I can sit and play Rook with my friends and tell the story of how mom used these cards with me in her lap. Some traditions are precious. She had a set of Rook cards that she loved very much. She misses the feel of them, the smell. The way they felt between her fingers and on her cheek. She lost them. She misses them. But now she says we have started our own tradition.
After a walk in the fields to see the horses, donkeys and ducks I was tuckered out. Mom covered me with her jacket and let me rest.
She still hasn't gotten a new camera.... color is way off.
I want to live where the sunlight lights....
I'm ready for a nap woman!
Mom tries to pretend I was laughing but really I was getting my fussy on.
I'm a big girl but yet I'm so tiny. This woman loves me so very much yet she doesn't seem to know my name. She still insists on calling me Monkey. First it was Coconut before I arrived, now Monkey. From a fruit (is a coconut a fruit?) to a primate. What is next? She'll call me Chair. Or Gravel. She's an odd one, my mommy.
These are my mommas. And my pappas.
