...month that is. Today I am one month old. How is that even possible? My Dad says it's not. He pointed out I am 4 weeks old...not one month and we'll have to wait until the 27th to celebrate my one monthiversary. I say great, more reasons to celebrate.
My new favorite thing is my OTSBH. "What on earth is that?" you ask. Well, I'll tell you. It's the over the shoulder baby holder. I'm sitting in it right now. Although my mom has only barely figured out one of the two positions for my age. I overheard her say it was like trying to do origami with angry wet noodles on her first attempts to put me in it. It comes with an instructional DVD, but baby Tess is asleep in the video and I was in a full tilt spastic attack. Plus the lady in the video invented it and clearly knew how to use it, on the other hand, my mom almost strangles herself with the nursing cover she uses (her fault, not the cover.) I wonder where I get my spastic side?
Well, my mom wanted to celebrate this day by stripping me down and taking my picture. Dad was the camera man, mom was the baby wrangler, and I cried and then peed on her when she was holding me and there was precious little she could do about it!
I will tell you that I calmed down yesterday afternoon and cooed at my dad who was dangling toys in front of me. Also, this morning I looked right at my mom and smiled. I've been doing it in my sleep a lot and I think I did it yesterday at my mom, but today was a pretty definite intentional smile. Oh, this is a picture of when I peed on my mom!
