Saturday, February 14, 2009

Hold Me, Squeeze Me, Burp Me

I have had a very busy week.

Daddy has been at work during the day, and Mummy has been taking good care of me on her own.

I have learned that I like to be burped when I am being held closely.

If you squeeze me and pat me and walk with me around the house, I will obligingly burp and spit up upon the spit-up blanket that I expect you have carefully placed on your shoulder.

If you have not placed it correctly, I cannot accept responsibility for what might happen to your shirt or bare skin.

If you are holding me over your shoulder, I can burp and spit up with a gentle trajectory.

The floor or your back pillow will know my burps.

But enough about burps already.

Earlier this week I drove all the way out to Oakville.

That's a long way away.

There, I got cuddles.

Although I didn't stay for the whole afternoon, I was able to get the good stuff.

My Mummy and Daddy think my feet are very cute.

They spent a considerable amount of time and energy earlier this morning taking photographs of my feet.

I was busy feeding, and didn't have to do anything to show off my feet.

I just let them flop to the left and flop to the right.

My toes curled up.

My toes curled down.

I shifted my feet and crossed them over.

And all the while, Daddy took photographs.

Adults are funny that way.

I don't have any plans for tomorrow.

I will likely follow my usual schedule of feeding, burping, getting my nappies changed, sleeping, crying, and then watching the world alertly.

I might even have a bath.

I had one today and it was really nice.

Well, as I said earlier, it's been a long day.

So I think I'll go to bed.

So good night.

Sleep tight.

Don't let the bed bugs bite.



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