Here is a picture of me busily typing on my keyboard. I want to keep my blog updated for all of my fans. It is a tough job, but some baby has to do it.
Today I got up at 4:30 in the morning because of a particularly vocal cardinal. If you do not know this about me already, I love birds. When I heard this cardinal singing, I stood up in crib and started to say "Bur, bur, bur." Then I started to cry because I wanted my mommy to come and get me so that I could see the cardinal out of the window. It worked! Mommy came into my room and instantly knew what I wanted. I pointed to the window and said "Bur." Mommy rocked me in the rocking chair and we tried to find the bird outside, but it was still dark. I babbled a lot about the "bur" and rested my head on my mommy's head. Soon, I got tired again and went to sleep in my crib. I wonder why that cardinal was up so early singing just for me?
I am learning how to eat with utensils. It is harder than it looks. I think that I may be doing something wrong. Here is what I do: first, I hold onto a spoon or fork. Then, I pick up a piece of my food (like a raspberry or piece of chicken) with my other hand. I then place the food on the spoon or fork and wait a few seconds. After that, I again pick the food off of the spoon or fork with my fingers and put it in my mouth. I know that I am doing something wrong, but I cannot figure out what it is.
One of my favorite things to do is to wave to people. I also wave to inanimate objects. I like to lean over the side of my stroller and wave at my shadow. She always waves back! I also like to wave at things that I drop. For example, if I throw a piece of bread off of the side of my high chair, I look over and wave to the bread. It is my little way of saying, "Bye-bye bread. It was nice knowing you. You were awfully tasty."
That is all for now. It has been a long day and my little baby fingers are sore from all of this typing.
We have so much in common! I too love to throw food off my chair. We have a doggie named Ernie. He only has 3 legs. I love to throw my food over to him and watch him eat it all up. He especially loves nummy spaghetti. He permanently resides next to my high chair.
ReplyDeleteI am so envious of your beautiful brown hair. I take after my Uncle Kevin, who only has a dusting of hair. I am growing a little tuft of hair in the middle of my head much like a mohawk. When I am being rocked to sleep I love to pull on it so hard that my mommy worries I'll pull it out. Please tell me your hair-growing secrets!
Sophia, you're the hardest-working blogger on the web! As far as utensils are concerned, it sounds like you are using them correctly (at least that's how I do it!) :)
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