No big deal. But mommy is so happy about this new sleeping schedule of mine she is doing cartwheels around the house this morning. Could it be that mommy would rather be sleeping through the entire night like daddy instead of waking up with me when I need to eat? Hmmmm. I need to ruminate on this further.
Aside from my new sleeping schedule, I've discovered my right hand. It's pretty cool, as far as hands go. It has four long fingers and a short little stubby finger that looks nothing like the rest (I wonder if it's a deformity). I like to make a fist with my right hand and tuck the stubby finger in between my forefinger and middle finger, and then lick my fist. It's a source of great amusement and comfort for me. But every time I do it, mommy's got the camera out snapping photographs of me, as if I'm some sort of spectacle. I'm not a side show, people.
I also love sitting in my Baby Bjorn chair. M & D will place the chair on the dining table or the kitchen island (even though there's a warning label on the chair admonishing such behavior) and I like to stare up at the lights in the kitchen. They're marvelous. So bright and shiny and miraculous. How do they glow like that? It's an enigma to me. I wish mommy would let me google things, but I'm strictly forbidden from using the computer to do anything but blog.
Love,
WFT
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