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26-6-2008 - Let's start with notes from the changing table - 6/16/2008

My mood while writing this blog: Ok

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Aaaaaall righty then! I'm back! Did ya miss me? I gotta tell ya, this has been a crazy couple weeks and a lot's happened, so let's get right to it. Shall we?

Notes from the changing table (don't worry, no explosion stories this week). So I was looking around the other day while mom was changing my diaper and I found this other baby in the wall! Man is he a looker. I think mom called him Mirror. That's a funny name. Anyway, he is very fun to play with! I smile at him, he smiles back. I wave and he waves back. I shook my fist at him and he shook his fist back, kinda scared me! He's going to be a bruiser I think, sheesh! That aside, it's good to have another baby in the house to talk to. The parents are fine, but no matter how loud I yell, and we'll talk about this later, they just don't understand me. He does, he totally gets me. I do get tired of him mocking me though. The next time you're over, just ask and I'll introduce you. I will, however, have to ask that while chatting with Mirror you please divert your eyes from my... um... nether regions. I'm kinda shy you know.

While we are on the subject of new friends, I met some funny creatures in my crib (my ACTUAL crib, not my H to the izouse for all you ghetto wanna bee's out there). Mom says that they are a cow, a sheep and a donkey. I know them as A-goo, Coo and Aww-oooo. Either way, these dudes are very cool. They go round and round while they play music. I could watch them all day. They are my favorite friends. Mostly because they don't mock me like Mirror does.

The illusive cooing: So I figured out how to make this "cooing" sound and do what the parents call smiling. I know, every baby does this, but you know I have to put my own spin on it. Here's what I do. I wait until there is only one of the parental units in the room and when they are least expecting it, I spring the sounds and the smile on them! They love it, they start laughing and making really stupid faces at me... it's great. The best part though is when they bring another person into the room to see and hear me. I bet you can see where this is going can't you? That's right. I clam up and put on my most serious face. Sometimes I even cry! It's great. The parents will try forever to make me do it again for the others. They say all sorts of silly things, make more and more goofy faces, tickle me, whatever they can think of. But I hold firm and stay serious. All the while the person they brought into the room is looking at them as if to say, "Yeah, right! Everybody thinks their kid's a genius! HA!". And, of course, as soon as the other person leaves, I start right up again.

Back to parents without a clue. So we have this bouncy, vibraty chair thing that is supposed to calm me down or keep me occupied or something. Well, there is a time to put me in this thing and a time not to. The parents have no idea which is which and I'm the one who has to pay. Imagine this, you just drank a gallon of milk (I'm assuming that would be somewhat to scale as to what I drink) then immediately grabbed a JACK HAMMER and started to dig a pool! Do you think this would make you feel good? NO! Here's how it goes: (and please tell the parental units to read this cause they need a clue!) First, I get a little bubbly. They smile and wipe it away saying, "Are you the bubble blowing boy?". Yeah, clever. Then I move on to a bit of "chucking". Not too much, just a bit as a warning that things are not going so well. Again, silly comment and a wipe. Now, the last part really bites. I get these things called hiccups. Oh MAN! I hate the hiccups! Not only am I still on the jack hammer, but now I have some kind of uncontrolled backwards burp every 10 seconds! I really start to complain after a while, but as usual, they just don't listen. You'd think when one yelles to the other, "Grab the chuck rag. He's about to blow!" bells would go off in one of their heads, but noooooooo! Sooner or later, I know I'll be back in that chair again.

Next, what's next?... OH YES! Someone, and we won't mention any names we'll just call her "Grandma," started a debate about the fact that she thought I'd DOUBLED in size! What is that about? Doubled? Seriously? In 6 weeks? Well, just so you all know, Dad's the chunky monkey. I happen to be a cool 11 pounds and since I was born at 7lbs 8oz I have not yet DOUBLED in size. I've only gained 3 and a half pounds. So there! I would like to point out, however, that this same person said that she couldn't lift anything heavier than 7 pounds. Why do I mention this? Well, since I weighed more than that when I was born and I now weight 11 pounds yet she is still able to pick me up, we can eliminate her from the debate as a credible judge of weight! HA! Doubled...

Learning about warm and cold: So I assume you all know how I've been getting my food up to this point. (If you don't know and need help or some sort of visual aid then you'll have to visit another site 'cause this is a family show people!) Well, Mom has been all worked up, since day one I believe, about me switching from my standard way of feeding to this thing called a "bottle" and back again. Apparently, some babies who are not as advanced and worldly as I am have some trouble with this. I had no trouble what-so-ever. Dad hit me with that baby and I was off! I took down two ounces in like 4 minutes. Yea! That's right! That's like half an ounce a minute! There was a small hitch with the second one though. We were somewhere weird with all kinds of strange people saying stuff like "That's a beautiful-a-Bambini" and I started to fuss a bit so Dad broke out one of those bottle thingies. That's right, for those of you who are paying attention, I cried and he responded with a bottle. Took me weeks to teach him that! Anyway, any of you coffee drinkers? Tea? Yea, do you remember the first time you took a big'ol drink and it was totally cold? That's what he did to me! It wasn't warm at all! What the heck? How rude! And... they brought the wrong bottle! I thought he had it when I got the first bottle, but I guess this is just one more thing I have to teach him. Work, work, work.

And last but definitely not least, The new trick: I learned to make a seriously high pitched, totally intimidating noise. Dad calls it my velociraptor sound. I'm not sure what a velociraptor is and I think that possibly Dad made that word up, but if it did exist, then it could scare the hair off a wookie cause man, this sound is good! Mom seems to be almost unaffected, but it freaks Dad right out. The first time I did it while Dad was holding me, he couldn't give me to Mom fast enough! They say that this is the worst time for babies, as far as the infant stage goes, so I plan to use this one to the fullest. In case you are wondering what it sounds like, let me leave you with this. It's the closest thing I could find to the real noise. Enjoy. (click the link) YouTube - Ross imitating velociraptor.

Alright! That's it from me for now! And in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.

PEACE!
Karson

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