Hello! Long Time No See!

Before I fill you in on the past two weeks, first let me apologize for not putting up any recent posts. My daddy has been very busy, and apparently my site is low on his priority list. But I've taken care of that now. This morning I pooped in my diaper, and it went all the way up my back. It was all I could do to keep from laughing as I heard his making funny gagging noises. I then explained to him that I would do this EVERY.SINGLE.DAY until he updated my site. Needless to say, I won't have to repeat that feat tomorrow. There's lots of cool new pictures now for you to look at underneath this post, so I hope you enjoy them.

My Abuela (Grandma in Spanish) and my Gran Tia (Great Aunt) came to visit me last week. Tia stayed for a few days, and Abuela is here until Saturday. I had great fun with them both, as they constantly argued about who would hold me. As a result, I've gotten a little spoiled, and if I'm not being held or carried 24/7, then you can expect some of those famous Exorcist noises to come out of my mouth, along with whining and fake crying. It seems that every time I turn around, I meet a new relative - which is pretty cool for a girl who had no relatives just a couple months ago. I'm now a little over 8 months old, and I'm very happy.

I have become quite talented at crying, "Mama!" every time my Mommie walks away from me. Despite the fact that I love my Daddy, I have become the biggest mama's girl in the world lately. I don't mind it if someone else is holding me, but my Mommie better be in view somewhere nearby. I don't quite say, "Dada" yet, but I have decided that the word "Da" applies to almost everything. When I see my brother, I yell out, "Da!". When I see the dog, or I'm eating, or singing, or just laying on the floor playing with my toes - you can pretty much expect that I'm saying, "Da!" all the time.

I am slowly learning to crawl, and even though I can't crawl forwards or backwards, I can crawl in a circle REALLY REALLY well. I kind of keep spinning around and that usually helps me reach things that have fallen to the side. I also love to hang upside down. If I'm sitting on someone's lap, you can be pretty sure that I'll eventually throw myself back so that my head is upside-down. If I'm swinging in my swing, I'm going to be hanging my head off the side...and if I'm laying down on the couch, you have to be real watchful, because I will use my legs to thrust myself off the couch - on purpose...just so that I can be upside down. I know that this is probably a little strange, but you are going to have to deal with it, because I am ALL ABOUT that upside-down thing.

I've been working on sitting up for the past couple weeks. Usually I could sit up for about 20 seconds until the magnetic attraction of my feet would draw my head down, and I'd fall over. So Mommie bought me a kind of pillow that helped me sit up. Personally, I didn't like it, and she wasted her money, because exactly two days after she bought it, I started sitting up by myself with no help at all. I am now an official member of the "Sitting Up" Club. Hurray!

I get extremely annoyed when someone is trying to feed me. I don't cooperate at all and spend most of feeding time looking away. I won't open my mouth (unless of course if it's that Hawaiian coconut pudding stuff), so I usually end up with as much food on my face and shirt as I do in my mouth. I much prefer feeding myself, and my favorite finger food is now Cheerios. Apparently, it's my doggie's favorite food too, as he likes to catch all the ones I drop...so whenever I'm eating them in my high chair, the doggie is sitting in front of me in a begging position.

I'm still loving my bungee cord jumper, and I can spend almost 30 minutes just jumping up and down and back and forth. I started getting rug burns on the tops of my toes from doing this, and so now they put a blanket underneath the jumper. It didn't matter to me, as it was still fun - even when it hurt!

My top teeth still haven't poked through yet. I know they are going to soon, but for the time being I'll have to settle for just my two lower teeth. I like biting with them. I especially like biting cookies and french fries with them....mmmm....french fries (still my favorite "real" food)! I also have been illness free for over 3 weeks now. Yippee! No coughing, no runny nose, no crying...just sweet sweet breathing. I can sleep SO much better when I can breathe through my nose! I usually go to bed at around 8pm, and I sleep until 4:30. It looks like I'm going to be an early-bird kind of girl. (Sorry Daddy!)

OK...That's it for now. I'll say more in a few days, and hopefully get some more pictures as well. I send you all big hugs and kisses....Oh...and by the way....I've learned to give kisses. They are big sloppy open mouth kisses, usually planted on chins - but I like to give them. A LOT.

Despite popular opinion, I am just as cute wearing yellow, as I am wearing pink...and when I'm wearing yellow with pink designs on it, I'm fabulous!

C is for Cookie...That's good enough for me.

Tia and me. Despite my annoyed face (because the sun was bugging me), I loved my Tia when she came to visit because she always held me and gave me kisses.

Mommie and Me...all dolled up and nowhere to go.

I normally hate shoes, because they cover my toes. Solution? Cute new white sandals!

I like looking at the world upside down...even when I'm in my swing.

Abuela and Me. We just met, but already we are old friends...

I sit upon my fabric throne, and order you to say how cute I am!

Oh man...that is one sour food!

My first taste of real lemon. Despite the face, I really liked it...mmm...lemon.

I think it will make a better baby toy than a dog toy...

Hmm...What's this? It sorta looks like a dog chew toy, but then again...

Me and my handsome brother having some quality cuddle time.

Jump Jump Jump. I love my bungee cord jumper!

I like playing with my doggie.

Singing, A New Friend & Rug Burns

I've learned how to sing. I love music, and for the past 8 months I have carefully paid attention to every song I've heard. Amazingly enough, the words to every single song are "Ba ba ba ba. Ba ba ba ba. BA BA BA BA. ba Ba ba Ba." I sing these lyrics and I kick my legs, and the louder I sing, the prettier it sounds. If you sing to me, I'll sing along with you. Please study the lyrics, so that you too can sing the Ba Ba songs with me without making me angry. If you know how to whistle, I will stare in disbelief and pay rapt attention to you. I don't know if I'll ever learn to speak "Bird-ese", but apparently a lot of people speak the lingo...especially my Daddy, who can whistle a happy tune 24/7 and keep me very happy.

I have a new friend. She looks almost EXACTLY like me. I only see her when I wake up in the morning, as she lives in the mirror that is across from my crib. After I wake up, if you come and peek in, you will see that with one hand, I am pushing down the crib border to give me a clear view of the mirror where my friend lives. As I hold down that square pillow, I am talking....continuously talking to my friend - who amazingly enough can anticipate what I'm going to say before I say it, so that she says the EXACT same words as me AS I'M SAYING THEM! I am so lucky that her crib has a clear view of mine...We have fun together speaking the Ba Ba language, singing Ba Ba songs, and experimenting with other sounds.

I love my jumper. I have a jumper that has bungee cord ties on to it, so when I push up on my legs, it jumps and jumps and jumps. I am laughing and giggling the whole time that I am hurling myself through the upper atmosphere. But lately, I've been experimenting...Why stop with just jumping up and down? If I angle myself correctly, I can propel myself backwards and forwards while I'm going up and down. It's like a crazy Mad Hatter ride, and one that would normally make people throw up by the violent motion....but I like it...I reaaaaaallllllllllly like it. Apparently though, the backwards and forwards motion has done major damage to a few of my pajama feet...wearing nice holes that allow my cute toes to breathe (and heaven knows that they need to breathe badly). At first, Mommie and Daddy seemed concerned that I had little scabs on the tops of my toes, and then they figured it out. They are rug burns from me using this jumper. They don't bother me, as I'm one tough broad, but apparently, they are going to have to make sure that I either have shoes on, or that I'm not wearing thin pajama feetsies. Soon, Daddy will post a short video of me on my jumper. Apparently, the videos he has have way too much bandwidth and the files are too large. He's insanely smart, and the only person I know who'll understand what I just said. No matter....once he figures it out, you'll be able to see me in all my bungee jumping glory. Ta Ta for now!

Me and the Doggie like taking naps together. We keep each other warm on cold, rainy days...and we share each other's chew toys.

This is the exact moment that I realized that my feet were stinky. Thank goodness that Mommie had a camera nearby.

I love my brother. He lets me drool on his knee, and he sneaks me little Cheerios in my hand when he thinks no one is watching.

What nice white teeth I have...I think I'll show them off. I think I've got that supermodel thing down pat now...someone find me a runway.

Every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I will freeze like this for hours - staring at the beauty that is ME.

My brother and my cousin are very funny. They make me laugh. By the way, what you can't see is that I am squeezing their toes just below the frame - causing both their eyes to glow red, just like mine do!

I am happy...happy happy happy. I have a pretty pink bow on the side of my head, and I don't look like Pebbles AT ALL.

Say it Isn't True

My feet stink. I have stinky feet. My cute as a button toes? Stinky. All the wonder that is the most beautiful part of my body? Stinky. Stinky. Stinky. Mommie will give me a nice bath, and I'll smell all fresh and lovely, and you can guarantee that within a couple hours, someone will put my foot near their face and start slowly backing away, making a face usually reserved for poopie diapers. I am horrified. Not so much in the fact that my feet are stinky, but in the fact that Britney Spears' feet are stinky too....and if we share that one quality, what other qualities do we share? I already LOVE music, and I hear that she does too (though I don't know if what she does qualifies as proper music). Will I end up marrying trailer trash Dance Fever rejects with no sense of fashion style? Will I chew my fingernails down to nubs? Will I dance with large snakes? Will I be as dumb as a bag of hammers? Heaven help me. I have stinky feet, and this is just too much for someone of my tender age to bear...someone pass me a pair of socks and some baby powder...quickly, before the magnetism of my feet inexplicably draws my toes into my mouth....aw, crap....too late.....yucky....

Hair. I like Hair. And Necklaces. And Dogs

I've just discovered my hair. I reached my little hand up to the top of my head, and found this beautiful soft hair. At first, I wasn't sure that it wasn't another stupid hat Mommie had put on my head. So just to make sure, I gave it a good pull. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Ok...for sure it was my hair. Now, most of you would think that after a traumatic experience like that, you'd learn your lesson. But not me....no, sir....I didn't even let go of my hair after I pulled it. I just hung on, because I was sure that if I pulled on it again, it surely wouldn't hurt. WAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! A handful of little hairs later, I think I've finally got the drift. I have hair. It's very pretty hair, and very long just in the middle of my head. And if you pull it, it hurts like the dickens. There's no way I'll do that again.....today.

I'm becoming more curious about my immediate surroundings now. If someone is holding me, I am playing close attention to their hands (which should be yummy binkies, but they won't let me stuff them in my mouth). I also like shiny things like earrings and necklaces. They taste good in my mouth, and they feel good as I'm yanking on them. Especially the necklaces. If they could make a necklace that tastes like McDonald's french fries, I would be one very happy girl.

I'm smiling a lot more, especially now that I'm only marginally sick. I still get some occassional coughing fits, but for the most part seem to be over the flu. The top teeth haven't broken through either, but that pain comes and goes. The only way Mommie and Daddy can tell when my gums are hurting, is when they are holding me, and I'm all happy and gurgling and cooing...and then I SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, with my mouth wide open and for a moment no sound is coming out. That's my secret code for, "Get me some EFFING Orajel, and get it now before I use my ninja skills on your skinny ass!".

I'm also laughing more. I'm laughing at just about everything, as everything seems funny to me all of a sudden. Especially the dog. The dog can just be sitting there, and his ear will twitch, and I'll lose it. I'll start giggling like a fool. If he's chasing his tail or playing with a chew toy, then you can be assured that I'm laughing at him. It's fun being a non-sick baby, and I hope to never ever be sick again.

That's all for now....more pictures to come soon!

It's UGLY! It's UGLY! Take it out! Take it out!

So, you gonna feed me or what?...I'm just going to lounge here and wait....don't mind my friend, Miss Left Foot.....

I likes to be nakey...but as always, my left foot is where I like to spend most of my time.

1.5 seconds before my butt hits the ground and the scream heard 'round the world is unleashed. Horsie riding is dangerous work!

I got a horsey for Christmas!!!!! Giddy-up!!!

This picture pretty much tells you what life with me has been like lately. Whining is so much fun, and I have such a talent for it!

Oh! Woe is me! I'm so sick...please...this is no time for photographs...let me wallow in my misery.

I'm EVIL...EVIL I SAY!!!!! Stare into my eyes so that I may control you and have you be my Isomil-making slave!

Mommie helping me make Cherokee Indian War Dance noises...BAH bah bah bah BAH bah bah bah....