A girl named Widget

Yum yum! My first food

I’ve sucked on cantaloupe, oranges and apples but never was able to bite or swallow. I loved it though. Mommy and daddy finally caved and gave me some real food. Well, banana-rice mush. But I’ll take it! Or at least I thought I would…

Happy Easter!

Here’s a picture of me and my bunny. She’s not made of chocolate but I like to eat her anyway. This is also my easter outfit that my Ah-ma gave me. I spit up on the bunny bib. Sorry Ah-ma!

2 teeth!

Just days after my 4-month-old checkup, my first tooth showed up. Less then two weeks later, my second tooth made its appearance.  My mommy and daddy said, "Oh, maybe that’s why she was so fussy."  No duh! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell them!

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The above text was actually typed by me (Widget). If you’re wondering why the rest of my blog is more legible, it’s because Mommy installed Herb Powell’s Baby Translator (Patent No. 214661767) plug-in into this blog. She turned it off for this post.

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I have many toys that teach me the ABC’s. But I kind of like these the best. My parents think alphabet magnets will help me learn the alphabet. I say oh yummy! More chew toys!

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Another girl named Widget

Twice this week, I learned that I’m not the only girl named Widget. Apparently, one lucky hare has the same name. She’s pink, fluffy, wears overalls and likes science. She’s on Wow Wow Wubzy, a cartoon on the Nick Jr. and Noggin networks. She even has her own blog (actually, the show’s creators).

According to Wikipedia, Widget is described as…

Whenever there is a problem that needs to be fixed, she replies with her catchphrase, "No problemo!" She can fix and invent an endless stream of cleverly named devices (usually ending with the version number 3000), including a robotic chicken that lays a hundred eggs a minute, and a thirty-screen television (The Videotron 3000). Unfortunately, something always goes wrong, resulting in her usual reply, "That wasn’t supposed to happen!" She speaks with a stereotypical Southern accent.

I got to peek at it but daddy doesn’t like me to watch too much TV. All those commercials, he says, will make me want more toys in the future.

Widget does spring break

You might be wondering how I can go on Spring Break when I don’t even go to school. And you might also be wondering just what I need a break from. Well, Silly, I’m not the one on Spring Break, it’s the other people. I’m just wanted to see what was going on. It was such a nice day my parents decided to take me on a walk. A looooong walk to the Huntington Beach pier and their old hood.

I stayed awake the whole time, which surprised my parents. In fact, aside from sleeping in, I didn’t nap all day!! There was so much to see! The pier was packed with people on spring break. I almost lost myself in the crowd. In fact, can you find me in the picture below?

Along the walk, I met some of my parent’s old neighbors, including Candace (who is in the slideshow) and the Kennys, who I forgot to take a picture of. Candace was really nice and let daddy change my diaper and mommy feed me at her house. I didn’t need a diaper change. In fact, I didn’t pee the entire three hours! When we got home I was still dry. Daddy held me over the sink and made the pee pee noise, and I pee’d. I know having a wet diaper in the Baby Bjorn is uncomfortable, and I’ve learned from past walks that big fussing doesn’t necessarily get me changed right away. They have to find a suitable spot. So this time I held it!

The last time we stopped by the Kennys, they were using a white-noise machine for their young sons. Daddy wants to buy the same one because it really kept young Connor asleep, even when we peered into his room. Ms. Kenny said they got it from Brookstone. Guess we’ll be taking another trip to the mall.

Daddy is wondering if he will ever get to wear glasses again that don’t have baby-fingerprint smudges on them. I say, not likely.

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Oh yeah? Pffffttt!

I learned this from somewhere…

I am 4 months old today!

Boy, time is moving soooo sloooooow…  It’s been four months since I dropped into this world and it’s still just eat, sleep, poop, you know the drill.  I haven’t even been to Disneyland! But mommy and daddy continue to act surprised at anything I do and are shocked that IT’S BEEN FOUR MONTHS!

I went to see my doctor yesterday and got 5 (!!) painful vaccination shots. But it happened so quickly (all five in under 30 seconds) that I forgot about them as soon as I left the doctor’s office. I was sad though, and mommy and daddy felt sorry for me so someone held me for the rest of the day. My parents are grateful that Texas grandma and grandpa were there to lend some arm muscle.

So, I guess all my fans will be interested to know what has mommy and daddy so excited.

Here are my new stats:

Weight
14 pounds, 8 ounces (75th percentile)

Length
25 1/4  inches (80th percentile)

Head circumference
43 centimeters (90th percentile)

Curious about my progress? Check out Month 0, Two weeks, Month 1, Month 2 and Month 3.

Some new things I do:

I like to type on my daddy’s keyboard so much that he gave me my very own (although no computer attached — boo!)

I grab toys with both hands. In the past, this really upset me because my hands did not do what I told them to do. Now, I not only grab the same toy with two hands, I can grab my pacifier and take it out of my mouth. Putting it back in is another story though (Watch the VIDEO).

I like to drink from mommy’s water bottle. She only gives me a few drops at a time though. Finally she just gave me my own little baby bottle. Most of the water spills out on my shirt — I guess I just get too excited.

I can feed myself. Sort of. I can grab my bottle with both hands but sometimes milk doesn’t come out. Daddy says it’s because I’m not holding the bottle up high enough.

My feet are really sweaty. This really isn’t new but Mommy and Daddy didn’t notice before because they always forced me to wear socks. Now, they let me run free in my bare feet, which leaves pools of sweat everywhere I stand. The doctor says it’s hereditary and my mommy says ‘Don’t look at me!" My doctor says I’m really going to hate my daddy when I’m a teenager for giving me sweaty feet.

My first tooth is coming in. Mommy says "Ouch!"

More photos of recent days: 

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