A Brother Bear Day.
I am 3 months old today- and let me tell you- I am one busy baby- Well, I wake up on my tummy between 7-8 in the morning. As soon as I make a squawk Mommy picks me up and feeds me. I think she does this hoping I will drift back to sleep- some days I do... other days I finish then lay beside her cooing and practicing my spit bubbles until she finally gets her lazy bones up outta bed to change my bum.
Then the inevitable happens, I get attacked. My 2 crazy sister find me and start to smother me.
Honestly how much is a boy expected to take?
A likes to kiss my face with her open mouth, and as she's going for my my nose she pretty much LAYS on me. Let me tell you, heavy cute blond girl. Then there is K- she picks me up off the bed and "holds" me- switching positions- and she checks my toes for toe and fingers for lint - and then she falls over laying down and I'm on top in this upside down turtle position... it gets very maddening at this point.
Thats when Mommy swoops down out of the shower and saves me.
Then I hang out in my bouncer in the kitchen while they all eat Corn Pops then in the bathroom while Mommy and the girls get ready.. after watching them for what seems like FOREVER I start to get tired and sleepy.
So I let Mommy know its time to swaddle me tight and lay me in my swing so I can sleep.
Ahh bliss.
Wait.
Whats that?
Why am I stopped?
Little stinker A is bugging me.. I tell on her with a loud un-manly scream.
After my morning nap the girls are eating again.... so it seems to fair that I should eat too. So as soon as Mom is working on their lunch I insist on being fed. I am usually made to wait for a bit.... so I just get steadily louder until Mommy finally busts me in the chops.
While I eat the girls finish and they head off for a nap. Then I get Mommy ALL TO MYSELF!
We talk and chat for a bit, she has this funny nickname for me- Mister Sir Sir- it just makes me smile every time she says it! I get snuggled and I get a wet face from kisses. I do my favorite activity- blow some spit bubbles, suck on my hands, play with my tongue and soother After a while I start to get sick of Mommies face up in my grill. So I eat some more- it takes a lot of milk to keep up my 14 lbs self going-Then I go back to sleep.
By the time I come back around the 2 sisters are back at it.
I tolerate them "playing" with me for a bit, then I eat again.
Thats when I decide to grant Mommy the pleasure of hearing me talk.
Oh ya. I have lots to tell her. But honestly it takes a LOT of effort.
In fact telling you all this is really exhausting. Im just gonna eat again and sleep a bit more...






















