A Riddle For You

Hello again, my friends. I have a riddle for you: Who has two legs he can't yet stand on, a soft, protruding, rotund belly, the cutest little butt you've ever seen, a double chin, pinch-able cheeks (which, unfortunately for him, always get pinched), piercing bright blue eyes, a button nose, and two bottom front teeth? Also, mommy is insisting that I add "man boobs" to the list, although I find this attribute to be crass, demeaning and completely inappropriate, and I'm only mentioning it to garner goodwill with mommy (I still rely on her for everything after all).

So have you guessed who I'm talking about? If you don't know the answer, you've officially lost the privilege to continue reading my blog. Kindly close out of this window and never return here again.

For all those remaining, you've guessed correctly. It's me. And yes, you read the part about the two front teeth correctly. I sprouted my first two teeth last week (April 1 and April 4 to be exact). You'll notice I'm embracing the shift in parlance from the use of the verb "cut" to the use of the verb "sprout" when referring to babies growing teeth. The former connotes darkness and pain while the latter connotes brightness and new beginnings. I prefer brightness to darkness any day. Teething wasn't a very arduous process for me. I let out a few cries in my sleep for a couple of nights (according to mommy), and then the first tooth appeared. After the first tooth, the second was no big deal.

And it's only fitting that my teeth "sprouted" just as spring has arrived in Chicago. The last bits of snow have finally melted, the city has thawed, the sun has again decided to grace us with its presence and the people have awoken from hibernation.

The strollers are once again out on the city sidewalks, and my stroller is no exception. Mommy and daddy have taken me on a couple of nice expeditions about town lately. Last weekend, they took me to the park near our home and put me in the bucket swings. See video below (and please excuse mommy's shrill voice speaking rudimentary nonesense to me in the background; she often forgets that I am a mature, intelligent human being). I must say, it was a curious sensation, flying through the air in that tiny and seemingly precarious contraption. I was half-amused, half-terrified. The jury is still out on the appeal of the bucket swings, but it was an interesting experience all the same.

Until next time,

WFT