My Soul Mate

Last Saturday I met my soulmate. He visited me together with his loving parents. His name is Casey Callahan. He ate lunch here. As I watched him I saw that he loves to eat cucumbers, pasta, and especially mangoes. He was playing with some of my toys too. But he easily gets bored with toys. We chatted a little bit. He is unstoppable. His mom kept following him wherever he went. He likes to poke my eye. His parents said that whenever he sees an electrical socket, he puts his finger in it. But other than that he is nice and cute too.

What A Schedule

I went to my pediatrician this afternoon for my check-up. She did my random check-up and that is what I'm used to. She was giving me some advice and she exercised my legs and also my arms. She gave more advice to my parents about doing the massage for me 5 minutes daily. She said that I really need it because my muscles are not yet strong enough. She also referred us to a physical therapist twice a week. And I got my schedule for my eye doctor and my ENT doctor too. Actually, to tell you the truth, I have more doctors than friends.

I have short hair. The ENT doctor said at my last visit that I have to wait one year to have long hair. He's not a hair doctor but he knows about it anyway. Maybe some of my body parts are still in the developing process. But that doesn't mean I can't grow my hair long. My plan is to have long hair by the time I'm one.

Lights

I heard dad talking about the lights this morning. He said to my mom that it's not good for me to be close to those lights because it could possibly ruin my retina. Mom really knows how I love to stare into those lights there in the bathroom and also in the kitchen. I have so much fun by looking at them. I don't think it will harm my eyes. Maybe he is just paranoid because he was the one who had terrible eyesight. And he doesn't want me to be like him that started wearing eyeglasses at the age of 13. I hope I can prevent that from happening to me. But, then again, maybe he is right. Because after staring into bright light, like the sun, many people do have damaged retinas.

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Sleeping in my Side

I really love sleeping on my back. But my mom always puts me on my side whenever she sees me on my back. She thinks that sleeping on my back will flatten my head. I don't think that's possible. My face and head are very round. Parents worry about the silliest things don't they? But since I started moving around, they can't control me anymore. I can sleep in whatever position I want.

My New Home

My parents are introducing me to this new thing. I didn't know what is the name of this stuff. I can move here so easy, not like in my crib that I got stuck. I did my flipping here and also tried to crawl. But I'm not so strong at this time. I need more practice every day. Mom is helping me to sit up too and I'm learning bit by bit. I can't promise them that I can be as advanced as those average babies. I think I'm late though with learning this thing. I'm trying my best to be at least average. I hope I can crawl soon.

Appointment

I have an appointment tomorrow with my pediatrician. And I know all the basic check-ups that she might perform, like measuring my height, checking my weight, looking in my ears, and other routine chores. She is very nice to me every time I come and visit her. She kisses and hugs me. I really feel her affection for me. I am blessed and lucky to have her as my doctor. She is a Filipino. We live very close to their office. In fact, we can walk there just three minutes. It's very convenient for me and also to for my parents too. But the funny thing is my mother often lets my father take me alone. She stays home and works on her blog. That doesn't bother me, though, because lots of times she talks about me in the blog.

Easter 2008

I am sitting in front of the Easter Bunny's House. I know she lives here because she's in the phone book. I've been waiting for fifteen minutes, hoping to find her hiding her easter eggs. I'm gong to find them before any of my friends do. Then I'm going home to celebrate. I heard Mom and Dad talking about going to Bertucci's and Dad is going to get pizza. Usually he avoids it but he just came across some interesting research, he was saying, very exciting research about tocotrienols. "It proves that tocotrienols from vitamin E can reverse clogged arteries," he said. "This is big news. In fact, it's so big it should be on the front page of The New York Times."

"What difference does it make?" said Mom.

"Aren't you listening?" said Dad. "It's big news because it means now I can eat virtually whatever I want and not worry about getting clogged arteries, which can lead to heart attacks and strokes. So let's go! I haven't had a pizza in two years."

Scratch

My parents were shocked when they saw my face this morning. Because I had a big scratch on my cheek. I think I must have scratched myself while sleeping. One of my fingernails is razor sharp. Mom tried to file it on the other day but I was kicking her too much. She couldn't finish. The scratch is itchy and I can't concentrate. I'm not blaming them. It's also my fault. So this afternoon, mom tried once again to clip my nails. And she succeeded. I just let her do her job for once. I held my breath until she was finished. I don't want to get injured again. I may not be able to talk yet, but I'm not a stupid baby.

Rocking Chair

Okay, it's time for the truth. I'm almost six months old, and I can be brutally honest. I enjoy sleeping in my rocking chair. Mom is worried that I might fall off. My parents will put me in this chair if I am cranky. Dad rocks me sometimes till I can go to sleep. I love to scream in my crib in order to get my parents' attention. And I'm very successful in that technique. They both come and check me. Dad will bring me in the bathroom to see the big light. Sometimes Mom put me in the stroller near the Christmas tree so that I can look up and see the Christmas lights blinking. Oh, yeah, I have lain there watching those light till my eyes got tired and sleep steals up on me. Next time I'll tell you about my dreams.

My Socks

Half of the time I have on only one sock. The rest of the time I have on no sock. How is it that my socks disappear? Hard to believe. Sure, I kick, but shouldn't socks stay put? None of my friends loose their socks. But me, they always come off. I often hear my mother saying, "Where is the sock!" and then my father will say,"How should I know?" Then I see them crawling on their hands and knees looking under tables and chairs, cursing under their breath, mumbling obscenities, going here and there looking for my socks. I love my socks. And apparently so do they.

My Little House

I went out last night with my parents. We had a dinner at the Chinese restaurant. And I'm just sitting there and having my pacifier. I saw a long orange leg in my mom's dish. I think she's eating crab though. While dad had mixed vegetables, barbecue chicken, and salad in his dish. I knew they were both happy being there. They took a few pictures of me. I had a long wait there. I took a nap in my little house. And finally, they're done. But when we came out from the restaurant, the rain starts pouring. I am just lucky because I had the plastic cover in my stroller.

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My Grandmother Rusty

My grandmother is a wonderful person, but she doesn't understand me. When I make an "Eh . . . eh . . . eh" noise, it means something specific. It means I need to be fed. It doesn't mean I need to blow my nose.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Mom is taking me by the mirror whenever I get cranky. First, I didn't recognize myself. I was staring at myself for almost an hour. I saw my mother holding me but I didn't think about it. I just noticed that when I made a face I could see it. Then I realized that maybe this is a new thing where we are able to see our physical appearance. I know mom is using this kind of thing every day. Well, now that I know, I love it too. But I'm still not sure if that's another world in there and another baby who looks an awful lot like me. . . .

Five Months Old

Times flies; I am now five months old. As I look back to the day when I was born I feel so blessed. My parents and relatives were there during my birth. They were both excited to see me. I am like the star of the show. Like there's nobody else but me. I scream very loud for the entire night. Dad didn't know what to do. Mom was on the hospital bed trying to get some rest. She's so weak because she had the long labor to push me out.