Oy Vey

I’m getting my Hebrew name on Sunday. Mommy and I went out and about today gathering all the final things for the ceremony. I bought this great hot pink dress last month that I can’t wait to wear. However, I’ve been stress eating lately because I’m not sure if I’m going to like being the center of attention during the ceremony. And, now that the event is just two days away, I’m panicked the dress won’t fit. I got myself so worked up today that I spit up most of my breakfast and lunch. Oy! 

I'm skeptical the dress will fit, but Daddy says
I'll look great no matter what I wear.  

No Santa sighting

I waited up all night for Santa but he never came. I wonder if it is because we don’t have a chimney. Or maybe he was in Brookline between 2 and 6 a.m. and couldn’t park his reindeer on the street and he knows mommy’s no-animals-in-the house policy. Yeah, that’s probably what happened. He didn’t want to get a parking ticket because then he wouldn’t be jolly. When daddy gets parking tickets he is not jolly at all. Oh well, maybe next year. I’m headed to bed. I want to be well rested for Chinese food later.

WD-40 needed

I’ve been trying to speak lately, but it keeps coming out as squeaks. I especially like to squeak at anything that moves. Sometimes it can sound like I’m crying, but nope, just squeaking. Mommy gets me … kind of. Whenever I start squeaking she’ll have a conversation with me, but she usually talks about a completely different topic than what I was talking about. Silly mommy! It’s hard being a chatterbox when no one understands what you’re saying. Good thing I have this blog so I can explain myself! 

The pacifier always stops my squeaking!

Selfie Sunday 6

You probably thought I forgot about selfie Sunday, didn't you. Nope, just been busy today driving back from NY. I went to visit Poppy. He has a boo-boo on his heart. Get better Poppy. I love you.

Finally, back at home! Traffic is the worst.

Me and Poppy!

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.