My last day in Morelia

Chicks Dig Me

This is my last day in Morelia at the Plaza de Armas Square. My parents have decided to take me to new places and I am quite excited about the whole deal. It is just before my very first flight and they, including me actually, have no idea how I will react to being on air for several hours straight.

And I am also about to meet family, my grandparents, my uncles and lots of my Dad’s friends for the first time! How do I feel today? A bit confused, but also thrilled and excited about what is to come. I really want to see my grandmother whom I vaguely remember when I was just a newborn. But I have heard her voice many times over the phone and would love to see her in person!

I’m too sexy for my shirt – or glasses

Looking cool!

I know that I was born to be a model. Or else a rock star. I really enjoy posing for the camera and always try to look my best; you know, I want to find the best angle.

Apart from a superstar I am also considered an “official person” who will take his first international trip in a little more than a month because now I have my very own passport. This photo above unfortunately was rejected by the Mexican authorities for some reason. I have another one for the passport and since I cannot sign yet, I left my fingerprints on my first official document.

Anyhow, I want all babies out there to know that you look perfectly fine the way you are and that you should always demand your rights to constant milk, cuddles, kisses and outings in the park. And with a passport in your pocket, you are even free to travel all across the world (though I have been told that for now you still need to be accompanied by an adult and that some countries ask you for something called visas).

Take me to the park!

On my favorite swing!

I am so glad that my parents have discovered this playground for me! I only wish they took me there every day instead of only once a week! Anyway, when I am old enough to walk, I will go there by myself whenever I want to.

It’s a great place because especially on the weekends it’s full of kids of all ages running around and playing. For now, I have to be content just watching them but I’d love to join them sometime soon.

I am happy they have these special swings for babies like me, and I really enjoy it. Actually, my parents do all these funny sounds and gestures so that I have even more fun. I can’t wait and am conting the days until we get to go to the park again!

Pacifier – no more!

Me and my ex-pacifier

This picture is valid no more! I have decided to renounce all pacifying activity. Why? Because I think I have reached a maturity level where such childish behaviors are not tolerated any more.

They simply aren’t enough to soothe me although according to my father’s accounts he has been using them until the age of twenty-one. (But I have learnt to be more careful and not to believe everything that my Dad says!) Anyhow these days I engage in eating hands and pineapple instead.

Passing the four months threshold!

Thinking about the future

So yes, it is true … I am four months young  now! It’s the third of  a year, a semester for a university student and I am only eight months away from my first birthday. (Actually it should be  the second birthday, since the first one is the day I was born on. But I guess adults do their counting differently).

I’m very much looking forward to be able to start walking on my own two feet. I can sit more or less upright these days. And I play with certain objects. I like to touch things that feel soft or that are really shiny. Things and objects catch my attention more than before though some things move suddenly and for no reason like branches on a tree and they sometimes scare me.

But apart from that I have learnt over these four crucial months to say more words and to  smile more. I am also beginning to understand my parents a little more, or is it that they understand me better? Well, communication I am told is difficult no matter what your age is!

They call me Mister Ah-gooh

Ay, ay Captain!

This is what my parents sometimes call me, Mr. Ah-gooh. I guess it was based on my first words or sounds that came out of my mouth. What they don’t know is that we babies still cannot control our pronunciation too good.

What I meant to say was this: I am the wild pirate of the seas and am looking for the treasure hidden deep somewhere in the apartment. And, arg, I will find it soon enough once I know how to crawl. For now, I have to be satisfied with sustaining my head and occasionally sitting upright. But you just wait and see, Captain Sparrow!

This is me @ blogging

Me and the Computer

I was working on one of my posts when my Daddy suddenly surprised me with his digital camera! So this is the result.

It’s incredible really, one hardly has much privacy as a first-born baby. No matter where you are or what you’re doing there is always the possibility of my papa-razzi surprising me with a flash.

I guess though that makes me kind of a superstar in the eyes of my parents. That’s actually the good part because  I get extra attention.

My favorite music (Mozart, Beck … and Robbie Williams!)

Today Daddy entertained me with some music. Most of it was kinda weird so-so. But some of it sounded pretty good actually. I really like the Turkish March by this Mozart guy. It put a smile on my face. It’s such a happy song. I think when I’m old enough I will play either the violin or the  piano.

I also liked this other one … what’s his name … Beck I think. He’s a bit crazy (like my Dad) but it has a good sound. I don’t really understand what he is singing about. It must be important like philosophical stuff because my Dad likes him.

Yet the other day  I heard really cool music on TV! It was so good I simply had to dance to its rhythm. I don’t think my Daddy likes him judging by the sour look on his face. It was Rock DJ by Robbie Williams. I simply love the beats of it. I think I wanna be like him when I grow up; he’s my hero!  (Sorry, Dad ; )

Definitely Not a Fan of Vaccinations!

Thumbs up to TV and Tequila!

A couple days ago, on my two months anniversary actually, my parents decided to take me out and I (foolishly) assumed to celebrate the occasion. So I was all happy and smiling when they took me to this place called “seguro” and there were lots of people and even some babies waiting there.

But no, it wasn’t a surprise party! They took me to a room and this nurse gave me a couple of shots in my leg! And these are not the kind of shots one tends to enjoy. As you can see on my pic, now those shots, with some good TV programs can  help alleviate any kind of pain really.

Anyhow, my parents then took me to another room. I had cried a bit, but I was feeling happy again, when suddenly, during a change of diapers, they give me another shot! That one really hurt and was completely unexpected. Now whenever I get my diapers changed I get nervous and anxious. Maybe there is somebody with a needle hiding somewhere over there!

I like to make faces

Loving it

This is my content face wrapped up in my favorite leopard blanket. I do it when I like or enjoy something. It’s my way of showing interest and to let my parents know whether I like something or not. I am kinda picky and there are many things I don’t like.

I have noticed that whenever I do that my parents like it too and they usually run to get the camera and take a photo of me. Well, I guess that’s what most first-time parents are like (though so far I have never met any myself). I don’t mind it because I get spoiled being the first-born. So once in a while I make them happy by making funny faces at them. Adults are pretty strange that way.