A girl named Widget

Giggles and Grins

Instead of coming up with new ways to fuss, fidget and otherwise squander every second of my parents’ waking life, I’ve decided to take an occasional break from my routine. In between poopings, feedings and fussings, I’m giving laughing and giggling a try. I’m new to the world of comedy. As far as I can tell, there is really only one person funny enough to laugh at – Mommy!

Sure, I’ll smile and even squeal at other folks who make fools of themselves in my company, but my true girlish guffaws and gurgling giggles are reserved for that hilarious human with the magic mammary glands.  Here’s to you Mommy!

Daddy is such an amateur at stand-up, I don’t even give him the time of day, unless it’s time for a nappy change. Don’t worry, I’ll still spend most of my time fussing and demanding lots of attention. I don’t want to spoil them with too much excitement. Good help is hard to find.

And from the night before — first time caught on camera:

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Butt action

I haven’t figured out how to walk yet. But it looks so easy. In fact, I often forget that I don’t know how to walk and will start taking off in daddy’s arms only to get frustrated. My daddy said my head is too big so it’s hard for my body to balance itself. So, I’ve resorted to scooching around the ground with my body. No — not crawling. That’s for babies. I can scooch now with my bottom but I only seems to go backwards.

My lips are sealed

So, the other day I was laying around when I noticed that if I suck my lips my parents get excited. They even filmed me because they didn’t know I could pretend I was eating when there was no milk in sight! Am I hungry? Bored? Or just playing around? I won’t tell…

Gong He Fat Boy!

Okay, one week late but hey, I’ve been busy growing! Chinese New Year festivities began last Thursday and continue through the weekend. What a long holiday!

This is my first one and I quickly learned that it pays to be a kid on this holiday because of money-filled red packets. My Uncle Jon and Auntie Karen both gave me one. My Ah-Ma gave me a Hello Kitty packet. I still haven’t decided if I’m a fan of the cartoon kitty but Mommy is and I love Mommy!

I got to get out of the house for Chinese New Year and visit Uncle Jon & Auntie Karen’s home in Pasadena. They took us to a Cantonese restaurant in Alhambra called The Kitchen. It smelled really good but they wouldn’t let me try anything — not even the jelly fish! Oh well. At least I got to wear my hot-pink cheongsum, a gift from Auntie Karen’s sister Helen. Thank you Auntie Helen! Gong He Fat Boy to everyone!!

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3 Months Old!

Well, I’m three months old now! I don’t think Mommy and Daddy had any idea what they were getting into when I was conceived approximately one year ago. So technically I’m one year old! Of course, Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t find out about me until March 2007. 

I won’t get my next official doctor’s check up until I’m four months old. So you’ll have to do without any official physical stats.

Some new things I do:

I laugh out loud! Not just a happy smile. Not just a sweet little squawk. But a real giggle. Only Mommy has made me laugh out loud (or LOL as the kids call it). Daddy tries real hard to make me laugh, but he just can’t do it!! Sure I’ll smile for him. Even make a few happy noises. But nobody makes me shake with joy like Mommy! Hurray for Mommy!

They tried to make a video of me laughing. Silly humans. I was on to them and pretended to be occupied with other things. Maybe someday I’ll let the rest of you in on my laughing. Until then, I’m saving it just for Mommy!

Another new thing I do is roll over! All the time! Mommy and Daddy have trouble setting me down ’cause I just won’t stay put anymore. They have to be especially watchful on the changing table. After three months of horrible screaming every time I was put on Tummy Time duty, I now LOVE it! Even when I get grumpy and start fussing about being on my tummy, if they turn me on my back, I flip right back over and start complaining again! They just can’t figure babies out!

For the first time ever I actually fell asleep on my own with no external aids! My parents weren’t even watching me closely. They turned around and I was out without being rocked or held or personally attended to. They didn’t even you resort to devices of a rocking or vibrating nature. Those never work anyway – I’m on to their tricks.

Some things I still do:

I still sleep through the night! Yeah! Mommy and Daddy are real happy about that. I only sleep through the night because Mommy is eternally vigilant and a really good "shoosher."  One little peep out of me, and she’s shooshing me back to slumberville.

I still don’t like my swing, or my bassinet, or my glider, or any other place those silly adults try to put me down that is not in their arms or lap. Although I’m making pretty good progress playing in my crib or playpen as long as a fancy mobile is twirling around.

I still demand to be walked around a room when I first enter, or I will squirm and fuss. A lady needs to know her options.

I still like getting walked up and down stairs in some worn out human’s arms. Daddy does it most often, but our weight ratio doesn’t tax him. I prefer to make my soother really work out. When Ah Ma does it, her arms get sore! And Mommy works up a sweat, too.

Some things I don’t do anymore:

I don’t sleep on Daddy much at all anymore. He misses the good times! I only sleep WITH Mommy now. I’m not swaddled much anymore. I never did like it, and Daddy has given up on trying to sooth my screamings with those archaic methods. We’ve moved on.

Daddy and Mommy gave up trying to get me to sleep in the bassinet. They packed it up. I’m almost too long for it. Now that I roll over, it’s too narrow to accommodate my twistings.

My Book Festival

Texas Grandma gave me this book for Christmas. I get really fascinated with it when I haven’t seen it for awhile.

The last time Mommy got the book out and read it to me sitting in her lap, I got really into it. You can see the look of concentration in my face.

Later, I thought I could handle it myself.  Daddy took these photos of me playing with it on the floor.

When Mommy or Daddy read me a real book, I usually start crying or fussing half way through. They can’t figure out why, and I’m not telling. But this book is just right – part book, but mostly toy.

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Lawrence Welk Resort

I spent several days at the Lawrence Welk Resort. Ah Ma and Kong Kong have a time share there. They have had it for many, many years. Mommy used to go there as a little girl.

It was a short trip, uneventful by my standards. But those crazy adults seem to think relaxing in a new place is worth getting out of bed for.  A few old family friends stopped by to see us. Even Uncle Jon and Auntie Karen stopped by. We made them sleep on the couch.

There were many snowbirds from the East Coast at the resort. The all looked and acted like Grandmas - oohing and ahhing over me. I even flashed a smile to a few of them. They liked that.

It was mostly business as usual for Daddy, he worked on his computer. But he had a few more breaks from me ’cause Ah Ma and Kong Kong spent time with me.

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Grab Fest

Just call me Grabbie McGrab. A few weeks ago my hand swatting turned to grabbing.  Now I can grab most anything dangled in front me. I even grab my own hands. If you have anything that needs a drool bath, just stop by. I’m your gal. Now changing diapers is even more fun. I can grab anything on the changing station! Including dirty diapers!

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