Sugarland Boogerland

Well, I have recently returned from a trip with Mother and MoMo to Sugarland,tTX. I spent a considerable amount of time on the drive watching my Baby Einstein movies, (those silly puppets are such a delight, and I find myself hypnotized by their presence. I simply must find one to make my own. ) I spent the weekend being doted on and loved and held by several women. My Nana, Aunt Ashley, and MoMo of course, to name a few. I slept fitfully one night. The accommodations were lovely but I found the unfamiliar ceiling fan in Mother's and my room to be quite unsettling. I spent the next night wedged cozily between Mother and Aunt Ashley, and Aunt Ashley's golden-doodle,Millie. Millie and I played a rousing game of hide the paci/sniff the diaper. She is a clever girl and will make a fine horse for me one day.
Mother spent most of the trip obsessing over the contents of my diapers and encouraging me to dine on an irrational amount of prunes. No thank you.
Upon return, I fear I may have contracted a cold. The only treatment for which I have decided is unexpected and
unprovoked screaming while smiling fits . I must wrap up as I see Mother approaching with that determined stare and that horrendous blue bulb syringe in hand. Pray for me,
Henry

Not on my watch

Dear diary,
Today Mother dressed me an another ridiculous costume. It was humiliating. She had a panic attack of sorts when the feathers from my costume caused red bumps to pop up in one spot. She started screaming that I was having an allergic reaction. I tried to tell her that they were just marks from where the feather tips were poking me,(not that that felt great either), but she didn't understand what I was telling her....again.
We went shopping for chocolates for Father but I grew tired of watching Mother spend 15 mins looking at the same things over and over. Chocolate is chocolate and I never gave her permission to stop pushing my stroller so I made sure to scream loud enough that she ran, not walked, to the register.
Mother talked to me on the way home about how I needed to have independent play this evening so her and Father could have their "alone" time. I didn't have the heart to tell her that Mr. Baby doesn't do independent play, and I most certainly would not be taking a backseat to any adult matters. I won't be ignored. Iin response to my Mother's earlier suggestion, I purposefully stayed awake through my last nap of the day. Funny thing, I just wasn't tired. It's just as well, as I could tell by Mother's and Fathers's faces, that they really had nothing better to do than watch me play with my feet, while I demanded to be held.
Until next time,
Mr. Baby

Layoff Lady

February 13,2013
Dear Diary,
Mother has been up in my face all day. She has been shrieking at Father that I'm not smiling at her enough and something must be wrong. Doesn't she remember teething? I told her loudly and firmly that I wasn't her trained monkey. That I don't do tricks. I don't think she understood because she kept saying "ba-ba-ba" in my face. This all started when my hearing teacher told Mother to mimic my sounds to encourage conversation. I grow tired of these exchanges.
Fondly,
Henry

Swing on this

February 10th
Dear Diary,
Mother and Father took me and my dog Buster to the park to celebrate my recovery from RSV and Pneumonia.
I thanked them by throwing up three times when we got home. Father said "this is why we can't do nice things."
Ta Ta For Now,
Henry

Welcome

June 24th, 2012
Hello World. I'm not entirely thrilled with our first greeting. Being pulled from my nest before I was ready does not a happy birdie make. It took me quite awhile to decide to breathe, but once I looked around the room, I felt like everyone else knew something I didn't. What could that be? I could not see my Mother and she couldn't see me. I could not hear my Mother, and she could not hear me. She kept asking why I wasn't crying. I wanted to call to her, let her know i needed her....but I couldn't. I tried, but I couldn't. Neither of us will ever forget that. Once I was out, Dad came over and watched all the people work on me. Then he went back and helped Mom. She was in a bad place and he was singing the alphabet with her to keep her calm. Only Dad and Mom could hear it, but I knew. I feel things with my Mom and Dad, without words or looks. Before Dad and I left for the NICU, I stopped to look at Mom. We looked at each other, and we were one. Mom stopped crying and after looking at me, nodded her head and told MoMo,my Mom's mom, "He is..."
After that, everything was a blur. Needles and nurses and visitors and lots of love. Lots and lots of love. I remember each and every face that came to visit me, and so does Mom and Dad. Dad stayed with me around the clock, crying over me, talking to me, and telling me a story about a bull who is different but wonderful because of that. Mom kept sticking her boob in my face, but I was in no mood for jokes. No way could I eat AND breathe with those things.
Time went by pretty fast,and a lot of scary things happened that I don't want to talk or think about, but I finally got to go home to the place I knew I belonged. It's interesting, but when I came in to this world, everyone looked at me and then each other, speaking in whispers as if sharing a secret that I couldn't know or understand. What they don't realize is I already know and understand. I have secrets of my own, and someday, I might just share them.
Toodles,
Henry