What is this new torture?

Two days ago, it began. I was minding my own business decorating the kitchen floor with pieces of crumpled up paper and cardboard, and suddenly I felt what seemed to be small, jagged rocks trying to explode out of my gums. THE PAIN!

Owowowow here it comes ag-

Something's Going On

I have a feeling that something funny's going on around here. I'm home with Daddy AGAIN today. I was supposed to have had an afternoon date with my girl Caroline and some markers! She's going to be very upset that I didn't show up.

However, I overheard Mommy and Daddy talking about how there were too many babies at daycare (I didn't mind - I could outshout them all). And last Thursday night (dangerously overlapping my bedtime, thankyouverymuch) we went and met a nice lady with a room in her house that looked suspiciously like the play room at Jenny's, except with couches and just one other kid. She was blond, like Mommy, but was speaking some words that were totally new to me (and Mommy and Daddy looked like they didn't understand either). She let me chew on things, though. I liked her.

I taught Mommy and Daddy (I'm just going to start referring to them as "M&D" I think - it's much easier) a new trick this weekend! All I have to do is hold my arm up over my head and open and close my hand a few times while looking right at them, and they get very excited and start frantically waving at me and saying "Hi Aemon! Hi Aemon!" over and over again. It's very cute.

But not as cute as Mom trying to feed me nasty pears. Yuck. I don't think she'll try that again. Bring on the yams and applesauce, lady! And throw in some Teddy Puffs while you're at it! (Here's a picture of me eating oatmeal from a long time ago. I think it captures my "You're crazy if you think that's going in my mouth" look nicely.)

Other big news from this weekend: I now find myself strapped into what M&D call my "big boy chair" whenever we get into the car. It doesn't feel anything like a "big boy chair" if you ask me. When do I get to face FORWARD?

Yesterday was Tuesday

Yesterday was Tuesday, and I got to stay home with Daddy! I played with him for a while in the morning, then let him rest at his desk while I quickly recharged with some deep meditation in my crib. After that, we went and had lunch at The Fat Lady.

Now, when I say "we", I mean "he" - for some reason he thinks I won't like hamburgers with gorgonzola and deep fried onion strings. WHATever. I guess the real reason behind our Lads Who Lunch outing was so Daddy could meet some friends. Luckily, one was my size - bigger actually. Max has great hair. And he shared his dried apples with me. Then the lady who brought food to everyone except Max and me showed me some pictures of her puppy. Why, I don't know.



The people from lunch came home and all sat around while Max and I played with my toys. At one point, Max took Gobo (here's a picture of him) - I would have handled the situation very differently had the adults managed to look away even for an instant. But alas, I had to smile and grit my gums until he lost interest.

Day 234

I have finally figured out how to blog. It only took me 234 days, which I think is pretty good. Kyle at daycare is still working out how to use a cell phone, but he's always been a little behind.

Ooo...a shoelace. More later. Gotta go.