Okay people. Let’s talk about a real problem facing the babies of this world– majorly awful dry skin.
So embarrassing. Flakes at our age?
Mom slathers me in something called “baby oil.” It does wonders for the face and scalp….
My only complaint is that my hair loses its signature poof.
I hate it when my hair goes flat, but I hate flakes even more.
I may be small, but I can already manipulate my parents in big ways. They are pretty used to my loud and forceful crying, so they went crazy when I started dropping this on them:
Who knew? I flash them a little smile and they turn into dancing monkeys trying to make me repeat it. They make such fools out of themselves. Don’t they realize that I have a rule to never smile at the same thing twice? However, this evening, I made an exception- with splendid results! I looked my mom in the eye and grinned in response to her smile. Then she smiled, and I smiled, then she smiled, and I smiled, then she… welled up and started crying. Unbelievable. She doesn’t even know how easily she is manipulated.
Today my mom and dad took me to a place that is special to them. It was a place they went when they were dating, and they got their wedding pictures taken there. It is a series of cliffs with panaromic views of the city, the foothills and the very tall snowcapped ranges beyond.
Well, my first smile captured on camera, that is.
What is the most ridiculous thing about this picture? The fact that I am smiling about a pile of laundry? Or the fact that my mom put me in a pile of laundry in the first place? Personally, I think the most ridiculous thing is that she put me in a pile of laundry and then took a picture. (A rather poor quality one, I might add.) I had to redeem the situation, so I flashed my mega-watt toothless grin, and made first-smile magic.
Plus, watching her fold all the clothes while I just sit there is pretty funny.
In this New Year… slow down, put down the coffee, ignore the ironing and laundry…
…and just enjoy the small things in life.
You will be glad that you did.
God sent his Son as a little baby. Look how small and helpless I am. That puts the miracle into perspective.
From my family to yours, Merry Christmas.
I just have to say that IKEA really is pretty great. Go for the cheap breakfast, stay for the baby Poang.
Four weeks ago was Black Friday. At 5 am, while many of you were heading to the mall for a bargain, my mom and dad were headed to the hospital for a baby. I think I am the greatest Black Friday Deal one could possibly imagine! Here is a brief photo journey through my grand entrance.
Mom on my due date. Oops, was I late?
Abby is a puppy who recently joined Aunt E and Uncle M’s little family. I fear she is my closest rival for cuteness. They did a little swap to see if it could be determined who wins the cute award. It might be a tie. In case you can’t tell, I am on the right.
Yesterday I got to wear my fancy red holiday dress! After taking our first family holiday card picture, I joined mom and dad as they lit the advent candles at church, then I listened to mom play her final holiday concert, followed by some brief holiday shopping. It was my first time for all of these activities!