Isn't it, though? People are always talking about the clothes. I have been wearing the same old clothes my whole life. They are cute, let me tell you. But I'll tell you a little secret: My mom is getting tired of them and she wants more variety. Most of my 0-3 month clothes still fit me. But the other day I wore an outfit that was kind of getting too small, and my Mommy was so happy because she figured I should just move right up into my 3-6 month clothes. So far I have worn two 3-6 month outfits, but most of them are too big for me still. So, much to Mommy's disappointment, I will still be wearing the 0-3 clothes for a little while.
I think she's just excited for me to move up. After all, my brothers only wore 0-3 month clothes for...maybe a month. (Those chunky monkies!)
Well, like I said before, I like pink. I have told my Mommy that it's my favorite color. It's true that I can't talk, but I can almost guarantee you that I will never have a diaper explosion if I'm wearing pink. I save the real messy ones for when I'm wearing yellow or purple or green or white or anything but pink. Mommy's getting the hang of it. If she has a really busy day, she will dress me in pink because she knows she doesn't have time to clean me up and change my clothes.
I love my Mommy. She takes really good care of me and she smiles at me all the time. I love when she holds me close. We have a good thing going here.
Friday, August 7, 2009
How It's Going So Far
Actually, I've been a pretty nice addition to this boyish family, if I do say so myself. My favorite color is pink. And I'm not just saying that because my mom is typing. (My mom was the founder of the anti-pink association at one point in her life, but since I came along she has learned to really love it). Anyway, more about that later.
During my lifetime, I have grown to realize that my brothers are crazy. I don't know if they'll be the kind of brothers who will watch out for me and protect me from all the guys, or the kind of brothers who I'll need protection from. But I do know they love me. In the car they like to make faces at me in my car seat to try and get me to smile and laugh. And I do. Just for them. I love them. I may be the only 4 month old girl who has boys fighting over her! Adam loves me too. Sometimes too much. But he gives me nice kisses and he always likes to bring me my pacifier, even though I usually don't want that crazy thing sticking in my mouth.
About a month ago I decided that my Mom was getting way too tired. Being up with me at night and watching Adam during the day meant that she got very little sleep. So I quit waking up at night. It was a sacrifice, because night time was the only time I got to have Mommy all to myself without any noisy brothers around. But I have to admit, it's nice to sleep all night too. And my mom gets enough sleep now too (unless she stays up too late, but hey, that's out of my control).
During my lifetime, I have grown to realize that my brothers are crazy. I don't know if they'll be the kind of brothers who will watch out for me and protect me from all the guys, or the kind of brothers who I'll need protection from. But I do know they love me. In the car they like to make faces at me in my car seat to try and get me to smile and laugh. And I do. Just for them. I love them. I may be the only 4 month old girl who has boys fighting over her! Adam loves me too. Sometimes too much. But he gives me nice kisses and he always likes to bring me my pacifier, even though I usually don't want that crazy thing sticking in my mouth.
About a month ago I decided that my Mom was getting way too tired. Being up with me at night and watching Adam during the day meant that she got very little sleep. So I quit waking up at night. It was a sacrifice, because night time was the only time I got to have Mommy all to myself without any noisy brothers around. But I have to admit, it's nice to sleep all night too. And my mom gets enough sleep now too (unless she stays up too late, but hey, that's out of my control).
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