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.
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 ; )
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!
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.
Nothing beats a warm bottle of milk
Nothing beats a nice warm bottle of milk. It relaxes me and fills up my tummy with delicious goodness. I have had my shares of tummy-ache and it’s very painful, I tell you. My parents always try their best to help me, but there is not much they can do. My doctor says it’s normal, but the good thing is that it will soon pass. Well, I hope it’s soon enough!
For a while they used to give me a little Chamomile tea. Bad idea! Because that would keep me awake throughout the day and sometimes at night. I would have all this burst of energy and be bored. I would want to play while my parents would insist on sleeping.
Yet nothing beats milk. I drink lots of it. They say it will help me grow. It’s true. I already feel a little stronger now. But I am drowsy again. I wonder what they put in my milk! I think I’m going back to sleep!
Grandmother and me a day before her departure
Yesterday my grandmother left; she went back to Vancouver. I’m going to miss her a lot, especially since she always talked to me in this funny but nice sounding language and she would always carry me in her arms and also sing to me!
But my parents say that they will take me to Vancouver next summer and that in the meantime my grandmother and the rest of the family can see me over the webcam. That depends mostly on my father though; he needs to go and buy it soon!
The best thing is though that I am the talk of the town back there and everybody is getting excited to meet me and to hold me in their arms. And that also means more presents for me, which I really look forward to!
My parents and my grandmother took me out yesterday, November 1, the famous Day of the Dead here in Mexico. I got to ride in my stroller and it was all so very exciting! I actually enjoyed it so much that I forgot all about my terrible stomachache that’s been bothering me lately.
We all went and took a photo with this nice but weird-looking lady in a funny dress though I was more interested in my delicious milk. And then we went to a restaurant called the Wizard where my grandmother drank Kiwi juice, which she enjoyed very much, and everyone had giant Tortas that they couldn’t even finish, while I was hanging out mostly in my stroller.
But I didn’t mind. The roads around here do need some better paving as the stroller would go up and down and at times I was scared I’d fall! My Dad’s driving skills are slowly getting better, but he should definitely be more careful around the curves. All in all, though, it was a magnificent day!
Me and Grandma with the doctor
Today we went to see my doctor and we were all pretty excited and a little nervous. My grandmother and parents were a bit worried, they always are, but the doctor said that I’m all healthy and fine and that it is apparent that I am loved and taken care of. It’s true.
Then the doctor weighed me and to the relief of all I had reached the magical threshold of 3 kilos! That, however, also means that I am ready for vaccinations, something I have rather mixed feelings about. Since I was premature I was weighing only two kilos at birth but I have managed to gain a kilo in about two weeks. If I continue at this pace (and my math is correct), I will be a hundred kilos by the time I am five years old! Oh, boy!
I NO heart hiccups!
Man, hiccups are so annoying! And they keep coming every once in a while. I get furious and start demanding some kind of action on my parents’ part to get me out of this oh-so-uncomfortable situation. Fortunately , they haven’t tried the radical method of trying to scare me or putting me upside down. That would have made things much worse I think.
I used to have those hiccups in the womb as well, since time immemorial actually. It’s something that will probably stick with me for life! But then again, I don’t see my parents have them too much. Well, they keep telling me that those darn hiccups will go away one day. Yeah, one day in the far future when I shall be all grown-up. Of what use is that to me now; I still have to deal with them in the meantime!
A bottle of monkey
From day one my parents have called me a monkey. It’s true that I was very hairy at birth, but they didn’t know that it was a temporary stage and that soon most of it would fall. My Dad was worried and I could see a brief expression of fear and shock on his face when he first set eyes on me. He must have thought: Oh, my God! I’ve created a monster! My grandfather was thinking about future laser surgery to remove hair from my face. It’s really funny!
Anyhow, I suppose I am becoming more and more “human”. As a reminder they have bought me this monkey bottle. They still do call me their “little monkey” and I must confess I do funny faces for them once in a while to earn that reputation. It has become a term of endearment and not so much an expression of worry.
