Food Update

"What do they feed that kid?" you probably ask yourself as you see my voluminous size and ever increasing girth. Well, people, I do have a wide and varied palate. That being said, I grew pretty fast when it was all breast milk all the time too...

Anyhow, here is the addition to my last list of foods:

Oatmeal
Mango
Zucchini
Blueberries
Yellow Squash
Brown Rice & Peas
Green Beans
Avocado
Banana
Lentils
Kiwi
Plums

My dad sometimes steals some of the kiwi-plum-banana combo that my mom made for me. Its that good, its that good. In general, though, my favorite food - hands down - has to be..... Sweet Potato. I can't seem to get enough of it.

In other news...... I am developing a sense of will and self - and a corresponding ability to arch my back when I don't want you to put me down. That's right. I am I. I am Baby. Hear me roar. I know all that "I think therefore I am" stuff but I am more of the pragmatic philosophical school rather than an epistemological bent. The cornerstone of my philosophy is, you guessed it: "I poop therefore I am." What else binds you closer to existence that that? I think Descartes needs to go to the bathroom. Soooo, as I was saying, I have discovered that I can do (some) things by myself. I can kind of scoot myself across the floor although I can't quite crawl yet. I can just about get on my hands and knees but there is this one pesky foot in the way. Soon, soon... Also, if my mom stands me on the side of my crib, I can (mostly) hold on and stay standing myself. The landings are still a little rough but Rome wasn't built in a day. We're getting there. That's the royal We. I think my Mom and Dad stand pretty good already.

My main interest continues to be music. My parents haven't figured out if it is nature or nurture. When I wake up, I stare longingly at the stereo - hoping that it will light up with Track 1 if I just will it, will it, by staring intently. When the music kicks up, I feel the groove through my body. My shoulders begin to bounce in time with the music and, if its a really good piece, then my hand starts banging on my thigh. One of my favorite songs at home is "They All Ask'd For You" (hit the little play button ) The Meters – They All Ask'd for You by The Meters off of the New Orleans Playground CD. My friend Charlie gave me the CD. I also love the CD that my Great Aunt Debbie and Great Uncle Richard gave me, you are my little bird by elizabeth mitchell. there are so many cool songs. this Elizabeth Mitchell – Hickory Dickory Dock (Bonus Track) is a cool one.

Now, when Music Together class rolls around and Pete the Teacher whips out his guitar. Well, forget about it. I can't take my eyes off the guitar. If you look here, you can see both of my cool-ass teachers, Stephen too. I am so punk rock. As you can see, both are guys, both play guitar and both have more hair than my Dad!! Well, when we listen to the CDs, my face lights up. Its one of the highlights of my week. That and shuffleboard. Its true, did you ever think about it? Being a baby is somewhat like being retired. People feed you on a regular schedule, have cutesy activities for you to do and, well, I guess I've already spoken to the salubrious effects of a good poop so that goes without saying it. Though I would never let an opportunity slip by without saying it.

I've gotta go my costume ready for tomorrow... plus I have to plan whose house I am going to egg and TP tonight!! Gotta run!!