Vision division

Help! Whenever I’m wearing my hat in my car seat and I turn my head, my hat follows. I end up not being able to see out of one eye. I’ve tried turning my head the opposite way to get the hat to move back, but that never seems to work. What should I do?  

This is me turning my head, hat following.

Here is the result - pirate Lexi.

Stuck like a slug

I keep seeing all the other kids in day care crawling around all the time and I’m jealous. While it’s nice being carried from place to place, it looks so cool to be able to go wherever I want, whenever I want. These past few days I’ve been trying to figure out the crawling thing. So far, it hasn’t worked out so well. Sometimes I’ll be propped up on my arms ready to try but just forget and start eating my hands. Other times, I kick my feet and move my arms a ton but I don’t seem to get anywhere other than stuck on my stomach. What am I doing wrong?

I can't seem to figure out how to crawl,
but I got the being cute thing down.

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Daddy photo bombed my selfie with bunny ears. Not cool daddy.

Grip master

I’ve figured out how to hold on to stuff and it’s changed my life! Before, I’d have something in my hands and after a few seconds it was gone, usually falling to the floor. Then I’d sometimes have to cry to get someone to give me the item back. But now, I can have something in my hand, flail my arms about, and it will still be in my hand. It’s so cool!!! I’ve been holding on to all different things; toys, my pacifier, people’s shirts. I even grabbed the monitor mommy and daddy use to watch me at night and nearly knocked it off the dresser. Don’t tell them, but I’m going to keep working on breaking that monitor. It’s freaky knowing someone is spying on you.

Look at the toys I can now hold.

Translation please

Some of the teachers at school sound different than the others. They say all these words I’ve never heard before like oh-la and don-day esta Lexi. I usually just stare at them because I have no idea what they are saying. I’ll smile too, just so they don’t feel bad that I don’t know what they are saying, but I think they think when I smile I understand them. I asked my buddies Leah, Neve and Tomo about it when we were hanging out on the mats. Leah and Neve were just as baffled as me. Tomo knew why they sound different. He said they are speaking another language called Spanish. I never knew there was more than one language. Tomo sure is smart. Maybe he is the better catch after all.

Booger hunter

I’ve been sleeping a lot these past few days. Mainly because when I’m up this gooey liquid keeps running out of my nose and I don’t like it. Mommy calls it boogers. She keeps trying to wipe the boogers away, but they keep coming back. Mommy even has this funny thing—I call it the booger hunter—that she puts in my nose that sucks the gooey things out. It works sometimes, but not all the time. I should take a photo of it so you can see how ridiculous the booger hunter is. Maybe tomorrow when I'm feeling better.

On a roll

Today is another holiday; it’s Martin Luther King Day. I learned Martin Luther King was a man who had a dream that all people are treated equally. He was very smart. I have lots of dreams, but nothing as profound (that means deep and thoughtful) as that. I mostly dream about the characters hanging from my mobile coming to life and us playing together in the park. Since it is a holiday like Halloween, Veterans Day and Thanksgiving, I thought I’d get dressed up in a costume, but daddy says we don’t dress up for this holiday because it would be in poor taste. I’m not sure I understand what that means—how do you taste a holiday? To mark the day in my own way, I rolled over for the first time. Then I did it a second time and a third time and a fourth time. I couldn’t stop doing it. Mommy caught it on video.

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Snapping selfies at Mohegan Sun.

Give me the two two for the hard four!

Stop calling me a boy

So many times when I’m out with mommy and daddy people will peek into the stroller and say, “What an adorable little boy.” It happens regardless of what I’m wearing. The other day I was wearing a lot of pink and someone still called me a boy. I know I shouldn’t get upset, but, well, it makes me a little mad. OK … a lot mad! 

Stop calling me a boy. Would a boy wear these socks?

We be jamming

Wayne the Music Man came to day care today. I really liked him a lot. I was bopping and cooing along to all the songs he sang. I wish I had my piano with me, I could have joined the jam. We also had a photo shoot today. My teachers took some pictures of me so tomorrow I can have my picture added to the wall with my other classmates, making me official. I hope they got my good side. J

An evolution of a Lexi smile on the way to day care today.

Joining DA – Droolers Anonymous

My name is Lexi and I’m a drooler. I started drooling two weeks ago. I can’t stop. I need to drool in the mornings, in the afternoons – basically whenever I’m awake. It’s starting to affect my lifestyle. I now have to have multiple tops with me at all times because at any moment my shirt can become sopping wet. My chin is starting to break out in pimples. I also find myself wanting to play with my drool. I shove my hands in it and then my hands get all wet and so does everything else I touch. How do I get my habit under control? 

I feel a little better after admitting my habit.
Thanks for not judging me.

Caption this

Let’s see how well you know me. What do you think I’m thinking right now? 

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Guess what day it is

It’s my three month birthday! It’s kind of crazy that I’m a quarter of a year old already. I am a little confused though. I was born on the 19th, so I figured my three month birthday would be on the 19th, but according to the calendar today is the official 12 week mark. Someone will have to explain that to me one day. 

I’m now 14 pounds, 6 ounces and 2 feet tall. I seem to be gaining two pounds each month. It all goes straight to my belly and cheeks. I’m not sure which is rounder. J  I’m officially out of all of my 0-3 month size clothes. We packed them all away today, which means I got to go shopping for new things. I can’t wait to show them off in the coming weeks. Turns out I’m not just getting bigger, my tastes are maturing too. I never used to like the vibrating function on my chair, but now I LOVE it! 

Oh yeah, the vibrate function is on.

Remodel my bath

This week I started taking baths in a new room. I think I heard daddy call it a bathroom, which makes sense. I never understood why I got baths in the same place mommy and daddy make food. At first it felt weird, because I’m in this big open space and closer to the ground, but I love how I can kick my feet and splash water around as much as I want. J There is no better way to relax after a long day than a bath and a massage.

Can I get some privacy, please?

Don't forget to lotion my back.

Crushing

I made a new friend at day care today, her name is Leah. We have a bunch in common, including we both have a crush on the same boy, Neve. He’s got the biggest brown eyes and always looks so cute eating his yogurt in the mornings. I tried to get his attention all day, smiling and giggling. It worked too. I noticed him checking me out a few times. He even tried to sneak a peek when I was having my diaper changed. Naughty, naughty Neve. I’ve been trying to convince Leah that she is going to like Tomo. He’s one of the other infants. We actually haven’t met him yet because he’s on vacation with his parents this week, but I’m trying to limit my competition for my man. I just hope Tomo isn’t a better catch. 

All this scheming over boys makes me tired.

Who’s a cry baby?

I had a great first day at day care! There is this really fun play mat. Every time I kicked my feet the mobile started moving and playing music. That kept me entertained for hours. Everyone was really nice and a bunch of the teachers said I had the cutest chubby cheeks. I’ll take the compliment, but pinching them is where I draw the line. I’m looking forward to going back tomorrow.

Well ... I wasn’t going to mention it, but it’s bothering me. Mommy totally embarrassed me in front of everyone!!! I was playing it cool in front of my new friends smiling, laughing and squeaking. Then mommy had to go ahead and cry when she dropped me off and cry when she picked me up. How embarrassing! Geesh—pull it together mommy! Thank goodness daddy is taking me tomorrow.

Quick question

Can I bring my hands to day care? I hope so. I sure love eating them. Yum, yum, yum, yum.

Tastes like chicken.

The left one tastes better.

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Sunday football watching with daddy.

Day care here I come

Starting Monday, I’ll be going to this place called day care when mommy goes back to work. I’m going to meet new friends and play with new toys. Plus, Annie, who babysat for me once, and who I really like, will be there. It sounds like a lot of fun to me. But, I’m a little confused. Whenever mommy tells me about it she sounds really excited at first but then ends up crying. I make all these cute faces to make her feel better, but that seems to make her cry more. Don’t be sad mommy. I met your friends at work and they seem nice. They even got me this great onesie. 

Thank you mommy's NICHQ work friends
for this great top!

Snow bummed

Mommy and me had big plans today. I was going to become famous. We were supposed to go to a modeling agency for a casting call. I’ve been looking forward to it all week. Last night we worked on my expressions. I’ve got happy, sad, mad, playful, bashful and inquisitive down cold. But, a big snow storm has us stuck inside today. What a bummer.

My dolly helps me work on my expressions.