happy birthday to me!

yippeee! i'm one month old today! of course, on the surface that may not seem very exciting to you . . . after all, my routine is still sleep, poop, eat, sleep, poop, eat . . . you get the point ;) that much really hasn't changed. much to dad's chagrin, i still don't laugh at his funny faces and bad jokes - but as i would like to point at to him, neither does anybody else. i also haven't yet picked up my first golf club or written my first line of code (though you have to admit, my prose is pretty good for a one month old!).

so then, why is one month such a big deal?!? because at one month i get to . . .
1. leave the house! yippeee. mom finally is going to let me out into the real world. and let me tell you how much i love riding in my swank orbit carseat/stroller. it's actually quite hilarious to see people stare at my get-up. you'd think i was riding around in a flying saucer. so it's not your everyday stroller/carseat, but it's pretty darn cool. dad likes it because he has to pump up the tires like a car. mom likes it because she can collapse it with one hand. and i like it because i can swivel around in my seat so i can look forward, backward and sideways all while still attached!
2. check out the dudes! let me tell you, i feel like there's been a conspiracy against my socialization. first the doctor tells me i'm too small (see smallism entry), then mom and grandma give me this chinese one month confinement thing, then mom and dad hear these stories of all my other friends getting sick and decides they decide they don't want to take any chances. but now, finally, after one month of me talking to the side of my bassinet and the side of mom and dad's head . . . i get to see other real living, breathing people. which really means i can start scouting for the dude who looks really swank in his pampers. so, come on, stand in line. i'm taking applications for pampers buddies now! (oh yeah, and if the parents want to come visit, that's now ok too).

godparents

hey, check it out. while i'm still being sequestered like a hung jury for the most part, i finally at least got to see my extended family . . . my godparents . . . the soon to be merrily wed, jacksons! check me out with 'toine and nicky.

all pix

ok, i've been a little lazy on my posting. and everyone keeps asking for more pix, so this post is all about the pix.

new poll: mom or dad!

ok, since my last poll comparing baby pictures was so popular, how about adult pictures. who do i look more like, mom or dad? you can vote in the poll to the left or add comments to this post like: "your stunning eyes have the same mystical allure as your father's". i figure that one's so obvious that it wouldn't be that interesting to include in your comments, but sorry if i stole your gusto ;). also note that i added a post at the beginning of this blog just for kicks.

the weigh in

yes, ladies and gents, it's official. i have blown past my birthweight. went to see the doc today and i'm happy to report that at the big weigh in, the scales topped off at 6 lbs 2 ounces. given that i started out at 5 lbs 9 ounces and went down to 5 lbs 2 ounces, that means that i now get to sleep as long as i want at night and i don't have to keep getting woken up every 2.5 hours by mom and dad.

mom and dad have also observed that my prolific weight gain has been accompanied by the emergence of a double chin. they are quite ecstatic about that fact, though i must wonder . . . when was the last time you heard about a girl being excited about having her two chins admired?!? i mean, think about how i feel!!! i made mom and dad take out all the pics of my double chin, but apparently i think they snuck one by me. if you can't figure out which one, that's tough for you!

help dad PLEASE . . . take his business survey

dad's trying to support me by starting a new business. de's trying to do some market research. the survey is only 10 questions. it would be AWESOME if you could take it and forward it to any friends you have. thx (this is for the college fund!).

http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=CmW_2f8PyHyivEDgZvPnwLRQ_3d_3d

one week old and "smallism"

hey hey, happy birthday to me. one week and going strong!

second visit to the doc today. on this one week birthday i'm happy to report, i'm eating well and even taking the boob once in awhile (though that's still a source of stress for mom), i'd be sleeping much better if mom and dad didn't keep waking me up every 2.5 hours (but otherwise i'm ok on that front too) and i'm gaining weight (doc says i'm up to 5lbs 6 ounces . . . only three more ounces until my birthweight - whoohoo).

however, i'm very frustrated because doc is holding back my natural social inclinations. it's smallism. smallism is the natural bias against those who are small. doc says i'm small . . . well, no duh . . . wonder if she had to go to an extra 8 years of training for that one.

as a result, there are a bunch of rules. one is that mom and dad have to dutifully study every poo (i tell you, they are obsessed. they log every inner movement i have. it's perfect for mom, because she's so type-a anyways it gives her something to obsess about).

i won't bore you with all the rules, but the worst part is the doc tells me i'm supposed to limit my visitors because if i get sick i'm in deep doo doo. she says i especially can't see other little people and semi-little people because they are "germ carriers." she's definitely smallist.

so many rules even though doc says i'm perfectly healthy. i liked it better in the belly when i ruled my own roost!