So after almost 6 and a half months of peeking around the bathroom, the dogs have decided it is high time to investigate further. They just can’t get enough. This time though, they may have been persuaded to not come back. Wednsday finally jumped in (which mom and dad thought would have happened weeks ago) and Pugsly went crazy barking because he was stuck. It was all quite traumatic. Somehow though, we managed to survive.
I suppose it is the duty of every child to have a devious aunt or uncle who get them into trouble. Since my real aunt and uncle live a long way off, I have all of dad’s friends to fill in on this. Today’s topic, my first time sitting at the bar. Didn’t quite know what to do but I was sitting there! Aunt Viv pulled me aside on the way out and said she was taking me backstage at the Rolling Stones concert next. Sounds exciting. Something about roadies?…
So aside from Easter, this is the last major first holiday set I think? It was good. Given the economic issues around us this year and the fact that mom and dad are moving in 3 weeks, Christmas was very light this year for everyone BUT me. Against mom’s wishes, aunt Jenny got me 1000 things. The car was packed! So I have been a buzz playing with the stuff. Good times. A bunch of mom’s family came over and we ate at aunt Jenny/Nik’s. Dad briefly lost his iPhone when the silly dogs ran into the farm next door which would have dramatically impeded the progress of this blog. Luckily, Nik found it and the world went back to normal.
Here are the highlights of the day
So uncle Ryan is back again and decides to jump in on the feeding endeavors. First time is all fun and games until I puke on him. Then second time, no puke but a little like the first time. Third time, well, it is just not that exciting any more now is it? By my count, I was born on June 9 and was there for 3 days. They did feed me a bit there but mostly was the nurses so let’s call that even. From that point until this day (dec 21) we are talking about 194 days. Now, I ate like a madman for the first two months so, let’s say 60 of those days I was eating 8 times a day. That brings us to about 480 feedings. Then, for a spell in the middle, let’s call it 20 days, I was eating a bit less, say 6 times a day. That adds on about 120 bringing us to 600 feedings.(This number is likely a bit higher because it was not always 6, sometimes 7. Who’s really counting anyway right?)
That leaves us with approximately 114 days between then and now where I have cooled off to about 4 times a day. That is a big one, 456 feedings. Let’s tack that onto our previous number of 600 and get to about, give or take that is, 1056.
Now, you have to factor in day care too. He started that around September 8. They take over the two during the middle of the day 5 days a week. From then to today was about 15 weeks, 5 days, 2 feedings each; that will back out about 150 feedings from that list. Brings us down to 906 feedings.
Then I started solid food on uncle Ryan’s birthday on Oct 31. That leave November and most of December that I was eating solid meals in there too but we won’t count those.
Then we now have to back out uncle Ryan’s contribution of 3 and we get 903. Now other people have fed me too but I can’t count all of that so let’s back out another few dozen for that. That still has to leave in the high 800’s for mom and dad right? Man, that is a lot of food.
And for no reason other than random cute pictures of me, I give you these…
Hmmm… plush, velvet, soft, small… why yes, I would love to sit there. Sounds wonderful actually. As it turns out my butt is about the same size as dad’s banjo case. Considering this case is meant to keep his banjo secure, they make it all nice and soft for me. As an added bonus they throw these lovely brass clips on the side that make all sorts of fun noise when you hit them. My friends, you could spend a Saturday night in worse ways let me tell you.
We could not just take one of course…
So uncle Ryan stopped by again by surprise. Always good to see him. This time I managed to not throw up on him. I felt bad from the last time. This time I just let him feed me. He also got to hang out at the house while dad went to work. He got a sneak peek at my very glamorous day. Snowing like crazy outside but he managed to get a flight so he had to run. Brief but productive. Shortly after he left I got his Christmas present. I am still a bit small for it but I will get into that sucker soon enough. Thanks again.
So grandma and grandpa Hampton finally posted their pictures from the trip earlier this month on their gallery. They had a good picture as did dad so he finally posted too. Technically, these pics are from Dec 5 but who is counting anyway? This was their last NJ visit I believe so it just had to make the blog.
