Mum's Birthday

Yesterday was my Mum's birthday (I'm not sure if you all know my mum, but if you and I have hung out before, she's usually pretty close by). She seemed thoroughly excited about her approaching big day - she's been telling me about it for ages.

I decided that it's nice when people have special days - it got me to thinking about how special I think my mum is:

• She feeds me all sorts of healthy foods throughout the day, so I can probably thank her for my dominating size and fitness.
• We have the best conversations (sometimes even about secret stuff that I can't tell you), and she's always reading, singing and teaching me things (like how her hair isn't to be used as a handle). Although, she seems obsessed with repeating 'ma' to me, slower and more pronounced each time - a little annoying to be honest.
• She's happy to come by in the middle of the night, if I feel like having a chat.
• Without getting too over the top, she's a very good snuggler.

Mum, if you're reading this, I want to say the biggest birthday thank you for all your endless love and patience. Without you I probably would have joined the circus by now, what with my incredible faux crawl/push around ninja tricks and killer teeth.

I love hanging out with you. You taught me to smile.

Doctor Doctor

I saw Dr.Leslie again today - this was my second visit with her, so we caught up a little before we got into the personals and nakedness. For the numberbods out there, I'm about 21 lbs and just over 75 cm tall. After dropping a couple of points in the size percentiles a couple of months ago (mirroring the economy), I'm right back at the top again. As far as she was concerned, everything seems to be in perfect working order. 'Seems?' I said - oh, how we laughed.

As a general update, I'm eating all sorts of things now: yams (very tasty), rice cereal (sure), oatmeal (really nice), plastic feeder jets (good for cleansing), apple/oatmeal/banana breakfast cereal (okay), avocado (what are you punishing me for?), water (Sweet Jesus, that's a delicious beverage). In terms of crawling, I'm not there yet, but man, do I have the reverse-push taken care of. Go ahead and throw a big'ole check mark by that one.

6 Months

It seems like the milestones never stop. Here I am at 6 months old, and I'm pretty sure I have another 2 teeth coming in - if I keep getting any more teeth I'm going to run out of room for food. Speaking of food, I can now add rice cereal, sweet potato and water to my repertoire (although, so far I'm rather suspicious of banana).

History

Tonight was quite something. With the time change, my schedule has been a little messed up of late, but tonight, there was no chance I was going to miss the results. 

They put me down at a reasonable time, but I got right back up again. They comforted me and asked me what was wrong, and I told them: This election has been going on for my entire life - there's no chance I'm missing the results now. I've come too far to put my head down and dream of never-ending milk fountains at such a historical moment. They seemed to hear my cry, as I was able to return to quietly witness this race come to its rightful conclusion.

This is no time for me to suggest that my official endorsement had anything to do with tonight's outcome - let's just agree it didn't hurt. Tonight should be about all of us using this momentum as a launching pad for positive change. Imagine the things we can accomplish while aiming for a better tomorrow. Who knows, maybe I'll even start liking banana.

Halloween

OK - so here's just a picture of 3 regular old pumpkins in the woods hangin' out - nothing to see here. "Next slide!" I'm just kidding, that's me in the middle, in a professional pumpkin disguise. Apparently, last weekend was all about going to different places pretending to be different things. To be honest, I've got so much going on these days trying to learn about how to be me, I've hardly got time to pretend to be other things (story of life I suppose). I don't even know what kinds of noises pumpkins are supposed to make (and these other two were no help). 

I don't want you to be alarmed, that's me as the bee aswell. Far more convincing I know - I really got inside the essence of the hardships of a bee that had wings, but couldn't fly. 

By the end of the weekend, the disguises got a little mixed up - right about the time the wine-drinking, miniature horse-riding cowboy arrived.