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…

Oh yeah? Pffffttt!

I learned this from somewhere…

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…

Look who’s squawking!

OK, so it’s not exactly talking. And you wouldn’t call it cooing. It’s more like a high-pitched squeaking wheel. But I’m vocalizing these squawkings pretty regularly now.

Dastardly Diaper vs. Uncle Greg

a.k.a. the Dastardly Diaper p0wns Uncle Greg post…

Uncle Greg has never changed a poopie diaper in his whole life. His wife keeps making fun of his ineptitude. So Daddy decided to give Uncle Greg a chance.

Widget & Tegdiw take a bath

Baths are a staple of a young babe’s life. It adds excitement for parents and pup alike. Here my mirror friend, Tegdiw, and I enjoy  typical fuss-free bathing session. Given our general fussy natures, Mommy and Daddy are surprised that Tegdiw and I take to water so well.  Capturing the spirit of the bath while avoiding our private parts is challeging for novice videographer, Daddy. If you watch closely, you’ll see much of the close-ups in video are actually of Tegdiw.

Widget wakes up from a long nap

Mommy likes to watch me stretch when I wake up from a long, long nap. This is an older video, back when I used to take long naps by myself in the daytime and woke up often at night.  Now Mommy and Daddy have me on a regular day/night schedule. These days, I do indeed sleep through the night for 5-8 hours (10 hours if they’re lucky!). But I’m a real stinker about taking naps in the daytime now (see my previous post about sleeping on Daddy). I’d like to point out Mommy and Daddy are really rude for laughing at my bodily functions in the beginning of the video — especially at my age!

My big pee day!

Since I’ve always been super fussy about my wet diapers from day zero, Daddy assumed I’d be a natural at infant EC (elimination communication).  And he was right. He makes this "sh-ssssssssssssss" sound, and pretty soon I grunt and squirm and make a pee!

I pee pee’d 5 different times yesterday in my new Little Potty Red. Daddy’s been reading all these books on infant potty training. Their theory is you don’t need to train an infant to use the potty. If you start early enough, a baby will naturally want to go potty somewhere else other than her own clothing or bedding (ie: diapers). These granola-types say, instead, Western culture potty trains infants to use a diaper, then expects them to un-learn what we teach them in the first place. So they don’t call it "infant potty training" but "infant hygiene," since you don’t really train an infant to potty, you respond to her innate hygiene needs.

We still don’t connect on making poo together. The books say to watch for cues like grunting, kicking, extending legs. Well, I do that ALL THE TIME! And I never poo when I do. I’ve never seemed to mind a poopie diaper, so Daddy is in no hurry.  The books say any progress now will help in the long run. As soon as I develop a will and ego later in life, it won’t be about the bodily functions, but a test of wills.