Post-Cantaloupe Era of Enlightenment

I'm nearing five months of age. Yesterday, I sat up all by myself for two very brief intervals of time. The sitting up endeavors made one thing very clear - the extremely fat (perhaps borderline obese) baby thing I'm currently embracing, while extremely adorable at the moment, will get me nowhere in life going forward. I do enjoy eliciting squeals of delight from mommy when she sees my fat naked self before a bath and I like when daddy endearingly calls me "fat boy." But I must resolve to work on my core strength. I was able to hold my torso upright on my own for only several seconds while sitting solo. Then fatigue set in and my upper body slowly inched closer and closer towards my legs until I eventually collapsed to the side. It was nonetheless a very significant milestone. (And guess who didn't capture it on video.)

Another event of great significance occurred yesterday: mommy let me lick a piece of cantaloupe. It was a spur of the moment decision on mommy's part. I didn't realize what was coming. One moment I was peacefully sitting on mommy's lap contently licking my fingers and drooling like I very adroitly do.  The next moment - BAM!!! What was happening?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Oh, what a wonderful explosion of flavor in my mouth. Where did this sweet nectar come from? How titillating it was to my tastebuds. I didn't know such deliciousness existed in this world. It was if I hadn't fully lived life until that moment. I lost all sense of my surroundings and was experiencing true bliss as I licked that heavenly piece of cantaloupe. (Mommy practices yoga for the same feeling, but I'm not sure she understands the true power of the cantaloupe.)

My life will be forever divided into two periods. The pre-cantaloupe dark ages and the post-cantaloupe era of enlightenment. While I am now a new man, I must still pay homage to my earlier unenlightened self. Below are pictures from my three and four-month birthdays (better late than never).

Love,

Swami WFT