Hi. My name is Michael, but you can call me Mikey.
Sometimes my big sister calls me Mike. Sometimes my Mommy calls me Mikey Bikey. Sometimes my Daddy calls me Grunty McGee. I'm not a picky guy. Whatever floats your boat.
Here's me when I was just born.
Even though I cried a lot, I think I was a little glad that I got outta that place a little early. It was a bit cramped in there. I kept pushing and squirming, but no good it did me except to get something wrapped around my neck and my feet stuck up in my face.
It's been one month since I was born, or so my Mommy tells me. She can't believe that it's already been a month. It's gone by so fast. When I first came out I was a bit tired, you see. I didn't expect to be out and about so soon. I decided to take it easy. Why rush when I can lay back and chill?
I took a couple of weeks off and then decided about two weeks ago to get my mojo a' runnin'. I think Mommy and Daddy were getting a little bit complacent. I think they were suspicious too. What kind of baby eats and sleeps all the time with no crying? I had 'em fooled, I tell ya.
Now, I scream a whole bunch when I'm hungry. Like, super-sonic screams and stuff. The ones that only dogs can hear.
My Mommy changes my diaper before every feeding and just to get her all riled up, I save ALL my poop for when she takes the diaper off. If I hold it just long enough I can shoot it clear across the bassinet. It's totally awesome.
Oh yeah. And then when she thinks that all the poop is out my butt, I pee on everything. Hilarity ensues.
I've done a lot in the past month.
I spend at least 2 or 3 hours awake every day. I know. That is SO much time awake. I open my eyes wide and make silly faces too.
I can make some ultra-cute cooing and gurgly noises now - not just grunts. But, I do grunt just about ALL the time. Even when I'm asleep.
I kick and punch a lot, too.
I had my first at home bath in the sink this month. It was cool. My big sister helped.
My big sister, she likes me a lot. She talks to me all the time. This is what she says when I am crying, "It's okay, Mikey. Don't cry. Mommy will feed you. It's okay, buddy." Then she yells at Mommy to get her moving. She yells, "Mommy! PICK HIM UP AND FEED HIM!" She's got my back.
I like my Daddy. He sings funny songs to me. Oh yeah, and his fingers taste good.
Sometimes, I find all the attention a bit overwhelming. I think to myself, "Let me OUTTA HERE! These people are crazy." Then my Mommy says to me when I am being all outta control, "You're driving me crazy, buddy." And I realize that I fit right in.
I've done a lot this month. But most of it, I admit, has been spent like this. Mannnn, I love to catch me some z's. And the best place to do this is on Mommy. She's like a big giant pillow. I'm not so sure she would like that comparison, but it is oh so true.
I promise, I'll have more to report in the coming months. I hear talk about 'turning over', 'crawling', 'sucking toes' and stuff. Guess I'm gonna end up doing all that stuff.For now, though, I'll just hang out and observe. I guess you could call it staring. It's another thing that I am really good at.
