Under the Same Sky

Dear Internets,

I'm sorry it's taken so long to update this journal with pictures of ME! My people think they have to hold me all the time, or put me in Baby-Approved places to play, so I don't get much time to play on the computer. What time I do have, I have to spend analyzing the toy recall databases--geez, don't people know that lead isn't safe for babies?? Duh. Anyway, my mom tells me that no one is expecting regular updates from me because this is her journal and they want to read about her but for goodness sake, I've read the thing and I can tell you who the real star is here--ME.

This week, we had something called "Christmas", which seemed to entail everyone going places really fast and tearing stuff up. I was not really into going places all the time but I did like the part where I could tear stuff up and no one tried to stop me. They kept giving me these boxes with pretty paper on them, and then they would laugh when I ripped the paper! That is fantastic! Can we have Christmas more often please? Daddy said that the next one would be the equivalent of two of my lifetimes away. That made me cry. Bad Daddy! No cookie.




Now that I zoom all around the place in my walker, my people are getting tiresome. They put these stupid locks on the cabinets. They thought they were so clever, but the joke is on them because I never really was that interested in the recycling or the dishwashing detergent under the sink, but dude, this is the best toy ever! It has these fun spikes on the loops that make it fun to chew. I don't know why they keep telling me not to play with it. Meanies. Come to think of it, they don't let me play in my walker that much anymore. I think I shall cry without explanation in revenge.



I like to play on the floor a lot now instead. I have a plastic box full of really boring toys, but my very favorite thing to play with is the box itself! And the lid! Good times.



Oops, I hear Mommy coming. I'd better go before she catches me.

Love,
Evelyn

Hi, internets! I am four months old now! Plus a little bit extra that happened while I was busy playing with Farfar and Farmor. Did you know that I have TWO sets of grandparents? I have met my daddy's parents this month and I like them. They're interesting! But they talk funny like Daddy does. Huh. I wonder why some people sound different? I just talk Baby and I get by alright even though Mom and Dad don't always understand me. Everyone should talk Baby.

I like lots of things now that I am a big big big big big girl. For one thing, I like it when people say "big big big big big". Haha! Big big big big big! I also occasionally find things really funny that were not meant to be funny. Like, one time, Mommy looked at me sitting in Daddy's lap and said, "hi, little girl!" and I cackled like she had just told the world's funniest joke. And once she asked me if I wanted to take a bath and that was really great. Oh, and once Daddy made this funny toot noise from his butt and that was HILARIOUS. He turned red and then laughed an awful lot when I giggled at that one! Maybe he will do it again. Mommy thinks that's pretty likely. I have decided that sitting is soo last month, and now I want to stand all the time. Standing is like sitting, only better! I can stand all by myself except I am a little wobbly and need someone to balance me, and then my legs get tired so I need to sit down again. Another thing that I enjoy is rolling over. I tried to sneak this one by Mommy but Daddy told her and so I finally did it when she was around. It's fun! I lay on my back and then flip over to the right. Yesterday, I got to lay in the floor naked (YAY FUN!) for a little while and I spent the whole time on my belly 'cause I flipped over. It's so easy! I used to hate being on my belly but that was when I was little. I have also recently discovered squealing, and Mommy has asked me to use my indoor voice. Not sure what that means. I WAS inside and it WAS my voice? Whatever.

Lots of stuff has been going on since I last posted! Mommy had to go to work one day this month and Granny came down to stay all day with me. I liked that pretty well except she tried to give me a "bottle" and I didn't understand that one. Why wouldn't she feed me instead of giving me this "bottle"? It kinda reminded me of milk and it was fun to chew on but I was hungry! Granny doesn't speak Baby either. :( Then Farmor and Farfar came to see me and we have been going places all the time! I don't mind going places except it makes me really sleepy, and it's really hot outside. We have been shopping, and to a "distillery" (I don't know what that means even though they explained it because I fell asleep) and I went camping with Granny and Grandpa two days last week.

Also, the parents took some pictures of me again. *sigh* As always. I kind of think that the silver box that makes light is pretty, though, so I won't complain too much. By the way, what happened to my hair?
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Dear Internets,

Please help me. My parents seem to think I am nothing but a tiny doll that they can dress up and take pictures of. All. The. Time. It's not that I mind having my picture taken, for admittedly, I am gorgeous. Also, the camera is funny and sometimes I like to talk to it. But seriously, every new outfit, every new location, every day? It is taking important time out of my life that I could otherwise spend cooing adoringly at the tile on the bathroom wall. I love tile. Tile is my friend.
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