State of the Weston Address

Mommy requested that I write a blog post describing the current state of my life, as far as milestones, achievements, and other similar matters are concerned.

I must forewarn you, my faithful readers, so as not to turn you off from future visits to my blog. This particular blog post won't be replete the wit and humor that I normally deliver. It won't necessarily appeal to the masses, like all my other posts do. It will be a dry, presidential-like digest of the current status quo in my life. I call this my "State of the Weston Address."

Mr. Speaker, Mr. Vice President, Members of Congress, my fellow Americans:

- The economy of my household is pretty stable. The GDP is on the rise (since mommy went back to work). Congress (mommy) is trying to cut back spending in order to reduce the national deficit. And unemployment is currently at an all time low in my household.

- My grandparents in New Hampshire like to call me Wes. My mommy calls me Westy. My daddy calls me Westo or Weston. And Buni and Papa John call me Westonel.

- Over the past week, I've begun sitting up for extended periods of time all my myself. 

- I've begun eating meals in my high chair.

- When I am hungry, I slap the table and open and close my mouth over and over again.

- I eat like an champ. Sometimes, I worry those who feed me that I don't know when to stop opening my mouth for more. I've been known to take down two whole (mashed) potatoes in one sitting.

- When I am tired, I experience mixed emotions and begin to laugh/cry (laughter mixed with crying at the same time).

- I often sit on daddy's lap while he's working at his computer, and I like to suck on the computer cord (daddy lets me do this much to mommy's dismay).

- I enjoy rhyming books (a la Dr. Seuss and Mother Goose).

- I love girls around mommy's age. I love it when they pay attention to me. And I usually crack up when they speak to me.

- I love my feet. Love looking at them. Love holding them. Love putting them in my mouth.

- I have a new facial expression that I've incorporated into my repertoire: I purse my lips and squint my eyes and scrunch of my face. It's an expression of happiness. And it delights my mommy and daddy.

- I am very serious at times. I like to sit by myself in quiet contemplation (like daddy). And when I am focused on a task at hand (i.e., inspecting a new toy), I do it very intently with all my concentration.

- When I find something funny (like when mommy says "boo!" or when Papa John makes the funny noises only he can make), I launch into a fit of giggles and squeals that last for very long periods of time.

- My favorite toy is currently the little soccer ball that Grandpa and Grandma gave me.

- Here is a list of things I've eaten thus far: Cantaloupe, pineapple, honeydew melon, apples, fresh orange juice, pears, bananas, avocado, sweet corn, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, carrots, zucchini, beets (which I will not eat again; I ate them happily but then threw up 3 times afterwards), butternut squash, chickpeas (not a fan; they gave me gas), peas, and green beans. And I'm sure there are others I'm forgetting.

- I am making strides toward crawling. I am currently able to get myself onto my hands and knees. From there, I can hinge my body forward and back several times (usually panting audibly while I do this because it's such hard work), but eventually I plop back down on my stomach once my body has reached exhaustion (which happens after about half a minute). Sometimes I get very angry during the process because mommy usually places an object of my desire several inches outside of my reach in hopes that I will propel myself forward to attain it. (It's cruel and unusual punishment.) I'm on the cusp of crawling. I just have to build up the physical and mental wherewithal for it.

But if I summon what's best in me, with my hands and knees planted firmly in today but my eyes cast towards tomorrow - I know it's within my reach.

Believe it.

God bless you, and God bless the United States of America.

Love,

WFT