All my books

Hey guys,

I thought I'd show you my new bookcase, and all the fancy books I have, now.  Aunt Kristen & Uncle Bryan sent me some books, to start with, my PaPa gave me a recorded book, and my mom and dad recently bought me the rest of them, including Dr. Seuss everything, which my dad says were the books he grew up with.  He and my mom are having more fun than I am reading these things.  Hahaha!  No, seriously, I love having them read to me, especially when they try to act out the parts for me.  They look so stupid.  ;)~

OK, so my mom is totally convinced I'm the smartest 6 month old baby in the WORLD.  She & dad also bought me a baby signs book, and they've begun teaching me very basic signs.  They are hoping it'll catch on, so that my terrible 2's don't end up being so terrible.  We shall see, but they're doing a great job of using repetition to show me all the signs over and over.

Dr. Bill

Have I mentioned my parents and I love my pediatrician, Dr. Paruolo?  He's the coolest guy.  He makes me think he's playing with me, when really he is checking me over to make sure I'm growing correctly.  All looks good, but everyone keeps talking about how long I am.  Whatever, I just have to touch my head to the tip top of this dumb measuring device, and then the nurse streeetches my legs out, so that they get a realistic length.  My mom, well, she's kinda over-protective.  You know, that mother hen thing everyone talks about?  Yea, that's her.  She's good, she "seems" laid back, and she normally goes with the flow very easily, but when it comes to my shots, she wants to come crawling out of her own skin.  She puts on a brave face, but we all know she's crumbling on the inside.  I have that woman by the balls when I cry, people.  Balls.  ;)~

Eh-ghem...excuse me.  I think I lost control there for a minute.  That was a bit much.  Anyhow, I weighed in at an ASTOUNDING 16 lbs 7 oz, and measured, at an all-time-high, 27 and a half inches.  I keep growing at the same rate, too, so doc says that's very good.  95th percentile for my age in heighth/25th percentile for my age in weight.  Tall and thin, just like my dad.  ;)

Anyhow, the shots suck, and this time I got my first round of flu shots, which kinda stung, but I only cry for a few seconds until my mom and dad bum-rush the nurse and take over, coddling me.  My mom always makes me laugh, because the days that I get shots, she's always telling me that she'll "baby" me, like she did when I was a baby.  She crazy.  LOL.  She makes herself laugh more than anything.  We just laugh at her, but she doesn't know it yet.

Well, I gotta run.  I go back in 4 weeks for my 2nd round of flu shots, and to see how I'm doing, so I'll come back w/ more soon.

Love you guys,
Ben

Happy Birthday to me!

I am 6 months old today!  Man, time flies.

Mom & Dad's Anniversary

OK, so hang in there with me, because my mom and dad have a lot of anniversary's.  To be honest, my mom loves ANY REASON to have an "occasion" is what she calls them.  Whether she gets to give my dad sweet kisses or a cute card, whatever she can do to get her hands on him, she will do it.  She loves it, so my dad, while he enjoys it a lot, indulges her, for the most part.  That's how they work, and it's really fun to watch.  Except when they kiss.....it totally grosses me out, so I just look the other way and start watching Danger Rangers again. 

Anyhow, my parents met 3 years ago today.  Supposedly the story goes something like this - Mom went to a 40th birthday in Denver, CO.  She lived there at the time, and so did my dad.  She was in the basement of this bar called Irish Snug, just hanging out w/ friends.  My dad was 2 doors down at The Streets of London.  He would sometimes go there for a beer after work, so on this Friday, that's where he was.  He ran into these people that he'd met a few weeks prior, and they included him on their pub crawl, for some other guys 40th birthday party.  Random, right? 

Anyhow, they ended up at the bar my mom was at, they went downstairs, and my dad walked right up to her to see if she & her friends would take a picture w/ the birthday boy.  My mom...she's a tad fiesty, as you all well know, and she thought the birthday boy was grossm drunk and sweaty, so she told my dad that, which only made him think she was cute AND funny, so he asked for her number and off he went, on the pub crawl. 

That next Tuesday, he called my mom and they went on their first day.  WHICH, by the way, will end up being another entry on this blog, because GOD FORBID my mom skip another reason to have an anniversary.  This next one will be the 3 year anniversary of their first date, on Sunday, Jan 25, 2009, so hold tight.  More to come.

Enjoy the pics of me in my pageboy hat. My mom bought me a ton of them when I was born, but they were all too big.  Now, they are all fitting, so watch out, cuz she's gonna put me in these stupid things and make me smile and take these pictures all day long.  TRUST ME....it's my pain & your enjoyment.  I know....I know...

See y'all soon.

Ben

Christmas Outfit from MiMi & PaPa

Hey there everybody!

How's it going out there?  Sorry we've been MIA lately.  Like I said a few posts ago, my mom is working like a fool, so me and dad have been reading books, hanging out in my exersaucer & playing around.  I'm getting so big....SO BIG, in fact, that it's already time for me to get my license.  Just kidding, it's just time for my 6 month old doctor's appointment, so we're going to see Dr. Paruolo this Thursday.  I'll get weighed and measured, just like a boxer, and I bet I'm gonna be about the same as always - 95% for height and 25% for weight.  Heck, I come by it honestly, look at my dad.  ;)

So, I guess I could share a few new things I've been into lately.  I have to make this interesting, for you fine readers out there, don't I?  Well, I've figured out to suck on my thumb, stand up w/ help, scootch around my crib on my back & roll-over, front to back.  I'm about 75% on my back to front roll, but I'm still not getting the part where I have to bury my arm, underneath, to make the roll complete, but I think I still have some time. Don't rush me, ok?  :)

I am JUST like my mom, or at least that's what she keeps saying about my personality.  I'm a smidge aggressive, both mentally and physically.  I really like things MY way. What's so wrong with that?  And I am talking everyone's EAR'S OFF!  No lie, I just babble until the sun goes down.  And now that I can really use my vocal chords, I have figured out my falcetto voice by squeeking.  I don't even know how to spell it, but I squeek like a mad-man, just to see how high my voice can get.  It cracks my parents up, but then again, what doesn't?  I feel like they're laughing at me all day long.  They have serious problems if they think I'm the most interesting thing going on, ya know?  Get a life, you two.

Anyhow, we can't complain.  life is good, the holidays were so much fun, and the bigger I get, the more I get to do on my own, so I'm digging this more and more.  Shhhh...don't say anything, but I overheard my parents saying something about a crib tent.  I guess they're learning from mom's brother, Brad, that containing me may be a bit of a struggle in a few months here.  I'll show them! 

OK, gotta go take my nap.  My eyes are tired and I'm starting to rub them again.  See you next time.

Have a great day!  And enjoy these pictures of me in my Christmas outfit from MiMi & PaPa!  They got me and my cousin Harry matching outfits, so that we'll both look cute. 

See ya!

Ben