A bunch of firsts

I’ve had a jam packed two days of firsts. I took my first car ride to Long Island, celebrated my first Thanksgiving, experienced my first grease fire (Aunt Heidi and Uncle Justin kept the tradition of keeping Thanksgiving exciting), lit my first Hanukkah menorah, got to meet my first cousins for the first time, had my first sleepover at Nana and Poppy’s, and got my first doll and first teddy bear. Whew!

I’ve learned that Hanukkah is another holiday like Halloween and Thanksgiving. Holidays usually mean mommy dresses me up in a funny outfit. I wonder why she hasn’t tried that yet? I hear the holiday lasts eight nights so I’m sure it is coming. 

These are my cousins Mya and Lauren.

When will I have hair like them? 

Mya's smiling because I just pooped on her.

Why do they photograph me near knives?

I was in a milk comma and missed tonight's candle lighting.

Aunt Heidi and Uncle Justin's house after the grease fire. Ha! Just Kidding!

I’m a turkey

I’m so excited to spend my first Thanksgiving in New York. We’re going to my Aunt Heidi and Uncle Justin’s house. I can’t wait to meet my cousins Mya, Lauren, Meredith, Parker, Norma and Frankie. I heard last year when aunt Heidi and uncle Justin hosted that the fire department came. I hope this year is just as exciting! Of course, it wouldn't be a holiday without some themed pictures. Daddy says pictures like these are child abuse, but I don’t mind posing.

 

Check out my crib

Mommy was telling me about this show called MTV Cribs, where celebrities give tours of their homes. The weird thing is, although it is called Cribs, none of celebrities actually have cribs. Since I do, I figured I’d give you a tour of my “crib.” When I first moved in, my room was a white canvas, because mommy and daddy didn’t know if I was going to be a boy or a girl. It’s taken me a few weeks to get it decorated, but I’m almost there.

Here is where I sleep. Pretty posh! It turns out it isn’t safe to keep bumpers in a crib. I don’t remember if it was mommy or Nana who had the brilliant idea to turn my crib bumper into an “L” for Lexi and hang it on the wall. Either way, I love it! They are so smart. 

  

Here is where I keep all my clothes and where I get changed. We still have to paint the drawer knobs. I’m thinking a magenta or purple. Or, maybe pink to match the Pink Panther prints. What do you think?

Here are some of my stuffed animal friends. There is Socktopus (get it, because he is an octopus wearing socks), Sully, Maggie the monkey, Gerry and giraffe and Mortimer the moose to name a few. Sometimes I talk with them when I can’t sleep at night.

Here is the chair where I like to rock out and relax. That box on the floor is where mommy has been putting the clothes that I have gotten too big to wear. It's not classy, but it works for now. It also doubles as a book shelf. I’ve been looking everywhere to find a bookshelf but still haven’t found exactly what I’m looking for, so the search continues. 

That's my "crib." 

The finger

Mommy and daddy are always taking photos of me. I know I’m adorable, but how many photos do you really need? They seem to take a lot when I’m sleeping. They think I don’t know, but I do. I can hear the camera clicking noise. They take even more when I’m awake. That’s kind of the reason I sleep (or pretend) to sleep so much. J

I got pretty fed up yesterday. I was calmly enjoying my swing and mommy kept saying, “Lexi, look over here, look over here,” so she could take ANOTHER photo. So, I slyly gave her the finger. (I picked up this trick from one of my friends.) Later I felt bad, so when I was cuddling on the couch I grabbed on to mommy’s hand to say I was sorry. Of course, daddy got a picture of it. 

Selfie Sunday 2

Have a great Sunday!

Working girl

Mommy took me into the city today. Well, not “the city.” Everyone knows “the city” is Manhattan. We were in downtown Boston. I got to see where mommy works and meet all her NICHQ work buddies. Everyone was soooo excited to meet me. I was practically swarmed the minute I arrived.

I was really excited to meet everyone too, but it was so warm in the office that I kept dozing off. Mommy’s boss, Jonathan, was “disappointed” (that’s a direct quote – I heard him say it) that I wasn’t up and he couldn’t play with me. He kept trying to tickle me awake and poke at me, which wasn’t very nice. I’m sure he wouldn’t like being proded here and there if he was sleeping. Erin was much nicer. She let me sleep while she held me, but she did make fun of my ears. She called them pointy and Vulcan like. If I wasn’t sleeping, I would have protested.

After hanging in the office, we went for lunch with Elissa to a favorite lunch spot. The sandwiches are longer than me! Then we ran a few quick errands and headed home on the train. I can understand why mommy hates the train. It took 73 minutes to get home. That’s double as long as it should take. The voice on the train kept saying something about traffic up ahead and signal problems. I didn’t really mind, I slept during the ride. I think I’m even sleep typing right now. Somebody better warn mommy and daddy that since I slept so much today I’m going to be up all night! … Maybe I’ll call Jonathan to come play with me then. J

I wonder if mommy ever sleeps at her desk? 

Resting in mommy's chair.

Me and mommy's boss, Jonathan. 

Sorry, you'll have to leave a voicemail. I'm busy right now.

That's a big sandwich!

Still sleeping back at home. Being cute sure is tiring.

Fake out - even after yawning, I went back to sleep.

Thumbs up doc

I had my one month check-up today. I've grown half an inch and gained two pounds and one ounce. The doctor said all my measurements are great and developmentally I'm a rock star who is already smiling and tracking voices and movement. I was so excited about the compliment that I peed on the table next to the scale and then spit up. Once that got cleaned up, I was so relieved and relaxed that I accidentally pooped and spit up on the nurse’s table. I must say, not my finest moments. I sure needed a bath today.

 

Hats off

You might have gathered by now that I like hats. I really like hats. They keep my head nice and warm, so what’s not to like? It runs in the family, because mommy and daddy wear baseball hats all the time. I should get a photo of the three of us in hats so you can see what I mean. I’ve amassed (mommy told me this means collected) quite the assortment of hats in the last few weeks. Some fit great, others, well, I need to grow into them, but I love them all. Don’t be fooled by the pictures of me crying in hats. That’s just because mommy insisted on posing me in a bunch of different ones when I was just waking up. Not cool mommy. 

Me and my hat collection. This doesn't include my ones for dress up.

I have a lot of great hats that friends have made for me. (I'm still waiting for my blanket, Nana!)

This hat makes my cheeks look extra chubby! My leopard patterned hat is more slimming.

This is my lady on the town hat. Very chic.

Until I grow into this one, I look like I'm wearing a Russian trooper hat.

Sometimes, simple and understated is best.

First date revisited

Now, I know I’m supposed to play hard to get, but I got a text from Hudson today that he was in the area if I wanted to meet up. I really wasn’t doing anything else, and it was such a nice day out, so I said sure. We met for froyo and a short stroll before he had to go to an appointment in the area. I wasn’t feeling up to my normal chatty self, so I let Hudson do most of the babbling. He also showed me his super wicked bubble-blowing skills. This could be the start of something … then again, I’m way too young to get tied down.

I got a car!

We had quite the long weekend. It started on Friday when mommy’s college buddy, Matt, came to meet me. He came all the way from a place called Texas. He told me it was pretty far away. We spent the day together strolling, eating and napping. He is pretty cool.

Saturday I spent the WHOLE day with mommy, daddy, grandpa Bob and Carol car shopping. I was on my best behavior because I really wanted mommy and daddy to buy me a new car. Guess what? It worked!! Daddy is picking up my new car on Tuesday. Although it isn’t the smurf blue color that I and mommy wanted, I’ll still take it. I can’t drive it yet, but that is OK. It’s only a matter of time.

I think I figured out the trick to getting what I want. I just have to be extra good all day. I’ll have to try this theory out on some other things besides a car. Actually, now that I think about it, crying works to get me what I want too, but that is so tiring.

Since we were so busy, I didn’t have time to take many new photos. Below is one of me being a “good girly” with my hands placed neatly in my lap. Who can say no to this face?

Selfie Sunday

Here's a pic of me to get you through the weekend.  

Me and my mullet

Mommy keeps telling people I have a mullet. I wasn’t sure what a mullet is so I Googled it. (Don’t look so surprised. Of course I know how to Google something. I’m part of the highly connected Generation Z and write my own blog.) Turns out, a mullet is a hair style where hair is short in the front and long in the back. In one search, it said a mullet is “business in the front, party in the back.” I’m not sure what that means, but every time mommy says it to someone, the person laughs. It kind of hurts my feelings. Daddy defends me and says I don’t have a mullet, but he doesn’t have much hair, so I’m not sure how much of an authority he is on the subject. What do you think?

Daddy and dancing

Occasionally, when I’m sad, daddy will dance around the room with me. It always cheers me up. Sometimes we slow dance and do what he calls a waltz. Other times he does this weird thing where he lifts up his knees and bounces around in circles. Right now I don’t mind it – it actually makes me smile – but if he starts to do it in front of any of my friends I’ll be mortified!!! I begged mommy not to share any pictures of us dancing, so instead, you get a cute selfie of me.

First date and mommy’s birthday

A couple of you have been asking how my first date went. I was hoping you would have forgotten I mentioned it because I’m a little embarrassed to say the date never materialized. (Mommy taught me that big word today.) Hudson and I shared a few emails but then communication stopped. I’m not sure why. Mommy told me it isn’t me, it’s him and that boys (other than daddies) can be unreliable sometimes.

I did see Hudson again today at our weekly mommy and me class. We sat next to each other, but he played it cool, as if he didn’t ask me out and then never followed through. I did notice he was much more interested in the boy sitting on the other side of him than me. Just saying…

Today was mommy’s birthday. We spent the WHOLE day together. I tried to be on my best behavior, and I was, except for when I had a little accident and pooped my pants. After that, though, I was great. We walked around the mall, had lunch with our new mommy friends, went to class, picked daddy up from work and then went out for dinner. It was a long day, so my gift to mommy is to sleep through the whole night! Oh, how cool is this? I’m three weeks and four days old today and mommy is 34 years old today. Pretty neat! Here's a picture of us cuddling on the couch tonight. People keep saying I look just like her. What do you think?

My great grandpas, the veterans

Happy Veteran’s Day! Mommy and daddy tell me that this special day honors all veterans, like my two great grandfathers, for their willingness to serve and sacrifice for our country. My daddy’s grandfather, Lester Kenneth Herman, was a captain in the U.S. Army who served in World War II in Europe. My mommy’s grandfather, Emanuel Roth, was a sergeant in the U.S. Army and also served during World War II in Italy. Maybe they knew each other. Even though I’ll never get to meet either of them, I’m super proud of my great grandpas and honored to be named after both of them. I hope they like my fatigues. J

 

Pumping iron

When I was in mommy’s tummy we used to work out together all the time. We did boot camp, cycling, a duathlon (run-bike-run) and lots of walking. The day before I was born, we even did the four-mile walk home from mommy’s office. Sadly, mommy is still too sore to work out with me, so I’m looking for a temporary workout buddy. Any takers? I'm a rock star when it comes to burpees!

 

Whaaa!

What a day, WHAT A DAY! There was nothing mommy or daddy could do tonight to make me happy. They tried all the usual things, but I was not having it. I cried for hours. Eventually I tired myself out. I’m not sure what’s wrong, Maybe it is because it was raining today and we didn't get out. Whatever it is, I hope I feel better tomorrow.  

PS: I'm sorry mommy for screaming in your ear. I'll let daddy know about the noise-cancelling head phones you said you want for your birthday.

Baseball loyalties

What does it mean if my Red Sox socks keep coming off? Is my inner Yankee fan trying to break out? Just saying...

 

Making friends

Mommy took me to a class yesterday where there were other babies and mommies. I was the youngest one there. I was also one of only two girls in the entire class. Mommy tells me that means I have my pick of all eight of the boys to make my first boyfriend. At first I thought Liam was really cute, and then Cole came in and Fritz and Jack and Hudson and Charlie. It was a hottie heaven!

Turns out I made a good impression because Hudson has already asked me on a date. His mommy and my mommy are going to chaperone as we take a stroll around Brookline. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Oui, Oui

All gussied up in my beret and clothes with Paris scenes on it, mommy and Nana dragged me around to a bunch of stores today. It was exhausting! By the time I got home, I needed to unwind. When dressed like a Parisian, unwind like a Parisian. 

(Mommy - next time get me a baguette and some French macaroons. They are my favorite.)

The spa

I had my first full bath today. Talk about luxurious! It is so much better than sponge baths. I loved splashing my feet in the water and having my head shampooed. I could easily get used to this every day. Actually, I was so relaxed that I pooped in the water. I guess you’re not supposed to do that because Daddy got grossed out (again) and ran out of the room. I don’t know why he is so afraid of poop. J

 

Nana visits

Nana came up from New York to play with me for a few days. She is quite persistent. She keeps putting me in this rocker chair and telling me I’m going to like it. I cry and cry, but every few hours, she keeps putting me back in there. Of course, she was right. I do like the chair, I just had to get used to it. Thanks Nana!

Daddy has been sick this past week so I haven’t gotten to snuggle with him. Luckily, he is feeling better and was able to hold me today. To show him how much I missed him, when we went to change my poopy diaper, midway through the change I pooped again, and as he was done cleaning me up a second time, I pooped a third time. He got grossed out and mommy had to finish. She couldn’t stop laughing. Maybe I’ll do that again next time daddy changes me.

I also figured out how to hold a bottle on my own. I’m so smart! J