Band-Aid blitz

I had my two month checkup on Wednesday. I’m now 12 pound 7 ounces and 23.5 inches long. That puts me in the 75^th percentile. Not too shabby. I got a bunch of shots, which I didn’t really mind. I think my chubby thighs helped to dull the pain. I liked that they came with these really cool silver sparkly Band-Aids. Then yesterday, mommy was trimming my nails and clipped some skin so I got a third Band-Aid. This time it was a Muppets one. Since it was on my finger, and I love putting my hands in my mouth, I had to wear this silly glove on my hand all day. It’s only silly because it is waaaaaay too big for me. 

Injured, but still smiling.

This glove is bigger than my head.

 

Check out my sparkly Band-Aids. I love them!

Take that narcissism

I told you I wasn’t narcissistic. Here’s a collection of photos of me with friends and family from the last few weeks.

Here's me with my cousins Sydney and Max.
I was so excited to meet them!

Here's me and my bestie Molly. Molly's mom and
my mommy are besties too!

Here's all my friends from the class mommy and
me go to. Yeah, all the boys love me! 

Here's me and my cousin Gabe. I can't wait until I'm
 big enough to play with him. 

On the left is my cousin Maya and holding me is Maya's
grandma, Lenore. What a fun day at the Pressmans house!

Insomniac attack

Help!! I’ve forgotten how to sleep in my crib. I can be fast asleep in mommy or daddy’s arms and within a few minutes of being placed in my crib I wake up, eyes wide open. It’s crazy. I usually start screaming because I’m scared and frustrated. Mommy or daddy come and pick me up and I’ll pass out in one of their arms within minutes because I’m so tired. But as soon as I’m put back in that crib, I’m magically wide awake again! So, I scream, AGAIN. This can go on and on for what feels like hours. For a few nights now I’ve slept in my comfy chair just to get a good night sleep. I think my crib may be cursed. At least I think that is what mommy says … something about cursing.

Narcissistic – who me?

I’ve gotten some feedback that my blog is nar… nar… narcissistic. Yeah, that’s the word. I wasn’t sure what it meant, so I Googled it. It means that someone is self obsessed. I guess I can see why someone would think that considering I mostly post photos of just me. Mommy says I’m kind of like Oprah. She is this woman who has a magazine and always puts a photo of herself on the cover. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to try to be better about including photos of me with other people. Today you get a double dose of ME! 

Selfie Sunday 5

He-he. Someone is tickling me!

Mo Millions

Mommy taught me about gambling today. We bought a few Mega Millions tickets. All we have to do is match six numbers and we can win! It seems pretty simple to me. The man on the TV said the jackpot is $425 million. That’s a lot of formula! Mommy let me pick some of the numbers so I know we’re going to win. I’m going to go take a quick nap now, so I can be up when the numbers are called. I’m so excited!

Taking a quick nap before we win Mega Millions!

PS: Happy birthday great aunt Eleanor!

Piano Woman

Everyone is always saying I have piano fingers because they are so long, but I prefer to play with my toes. College scholarship here I come.

And just in case the piano doesn't work out, I've been practicing my air guitar ... mainly when I have my rocker pajamas on.