Recently, Mommy and I spent some quality time working on smiling, which I’m getting better and better at.
It makes Mommy really happy when I get a good smile! (Just call it another tool in the toolbox for wrapping Mommy (& Daddy) around my (very) little finger…)
While I’m always happy to have visitors, I really do prefer it if I can pronounce their names. So maybe I’ll just stick with “Jim & Cathy”.
All kidding aside, we had a very nice visit. Jim & Cathy seem well practiced for the arrival of their not-yet-arrived new granddaughter! I wonder if she’ll have a blog, too?
Lately, Mommy and Daddy have been taking me for walks in the evening. We have lots of fun. M&D get some exercise, while I get to look about at the surroundings…
…or catch some Zzzs.
I’m 8 weeks old today, and I’d like to file a list of grievances. Things around here just aren’t keeping up, and I want to make this known so somebody can do something about it!
I plan to keep complaining until these things get fixed!
For quite some time now, I’ve had fun adding more poop to my diaper just as Daddy is changing it in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, Daddy has gotten too smart for this game (even in his 2am state), and he just waits me out. He’s always saying something like: “Increasing your diaper efficiency, eh Ben?”. I’m sure that once I figure out what this means, I’ll be enjoying pooping at inopportune times again.
(Ed. Note: Ben in the act of “increasing diaper efficiency” one recent morning.)
Daddy really wanted to get a picture of me in this outfit for some reason.
(Ed. Note: I admit, it was the cute doggy feet – oh and the ‘I Love Daddy’ on the front…)
Sometimes you just have to let your parents have some fun with you. I figure I put them through enough that they deserve a little ‘play time’.
More visitors today! This time Mike and Mary Margaret Grady stopped by to see me (and Mom & Dad). Of course, I was on my best behavior while they visited – hardly a peep out of me the whole time. They were very nice and even brought me a nice outfit, book, AND an LMU Lion! They get the OK in my book and are welcome back anytime!
People are always telling me how cute I am. All the time. It never stops. So I started to wonder, how is it that I’m staying perpetually cute? Doesn’t nature abhor a vacuum? Shouldn’t my stand-apart cuteness be equalizing with my environment?
Well, I’ve developed a theory to explain this discrepancy: The Conservation of Cuteness.
This is how it goes. Every substance has a certain amount of cuteness in it – its cuteness quotient – some more and some less. Hello Kitty and baby bunnies have a high cuteness quotient, and…, well, let’s just say that Courtney Love rounds out the other end of the spectrum.
Now, breast milk isn’t particularly cute, but it does have a a non-zero cuteness quotient. And I think we can all agree that it is cuter than what comes out the other end (Ed. Note: Yes, I think we can…).
Therefore, I’m a little cuteness filter, taking in as much or more cuteness than I give out (some is also radiated), which explains everything. In short, pooping un-cuteness makes me cute!
I’m ready for my Nobel Prize in Perceptual Physics now!
One of my favorite parts of getting a bath is my hooded alligator towel. Lately I’ve been enjoying my baths and not crying at all when taking them. Just wait until I figure out how to splash the water! Then things will really be fun!
