Welcome (From Blakely)

July 27th, 2011

Welcome to my blog! I’m so glad you’re here! I hope you’ll follow me through babyhood, that is, if my mom gives you something to follow. She is really committed to this blog thing right now, but  I suppose it all depends on how “demanding” I am. Personally, I think I’m a pretty easy-going gal, but mommy will tell you differently (don’t listen to her, k?). I will admit I cry a little. Okay, a lot. But I always have good reason. Okay, fine, I sometimes have good reason. Gee whiz, can’t a girl cry just to cry? After all, I am just a 2-month-old.

On to a far more important topic: my birthday.  Today I am 10 weeks old. When you are my age, every week counts. Heck, every minute counts. Mommy says if she watches me long enough, she can actually see me grow. Mommy says I learn and grow so much every day. I have to agree. I mean, two weeks ago, I didn’t even know how to take a bottle. Now, I put both of my hands on my bottle and hold it in myself (well, almost). But I do hold in my binky. And when it falls out, I can sometimes put it back in all by myself. But other times I forget how I picked it up the last time, so I just stick my fist in my mouth instead. And then I cry. Well, you would too if you lost your binky.

Since I can’t seem to get away from the subject of crying, you should know that tomorrow I will have very good reason to cry. Tomorrow is the day my Gigi leaves me. When I ask her why (yes, of course she understands my coos) she says she is “going home to be with Papa but will come back to visit soon”. Now let’s get something straight here, Gigi: Papa is all done growing. He won’t be doing anything new tomorrow. How can you bear to miss my milestones, Gigi? A baby only learns to hold her bottle once you know (I am hoping I can guilt you into staying…is it working?). I sure will miss you Gigi. Should you decide to stow me in your suitecase, don’t forget to poke me an air hole, k?

Well before I wrap this up, allow me to brag a bit… Let me first say that I am a party animal. I like to stay up all night long waiting for the sun to rise (sun rise is my cue that it’s time for bed). But for some reason, no one else really likes my schedule – something about them needing to get some sleep. To that I simply say: sleep all day like I do, people. Geez. But anyway, I finally let them have it their way. And…are you ready for it? I now sleep all through the night. Yes indeed. Midnight to 8am without so much as a peep. I guess my dad is to thank for messing up, I mean, fixing my schedule.

Well I hope you’ll stay tuned for more updates on me. Because mommy is pretty busy with me these days, and will be way more so now that Gigi is gone, they will probably be short and sweet (like me!). Actually, I am in the 50% percentile in height, weight and head circumference so I am neither tall nor short really. But I sure am sweet (even when I do cry for no reason at all).

xoxo,

Blakely


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