Silent like the ninja

I worked on my martial arts skills constantly when I was in the womb. There was little else to do, and I knew Auntie Ninja was waiting for me so that gave me extra motivation to work on my kicks, punches and spins. Finally today Auntie and I got to try out our ninja moves on each other in the upstairs dojo. Ok, she's got an advantage over me with the nunchacku since I didn't have a chance to practice with those. All in all, though, I think I held my own, though she may have been going easy on me.

Here's a picture of Auntie Ninja helping me work on my "stealthy waiting" skills.

Oops

Today daddy left me on the bed without a diaper on....  I didn't try to do it.

The new sheets are very soft.

A Question to Ponder

Mom used to not be mom.  She was something else.  She went to beauty school.  It worked; she is definitely beautiful!

Anyways, she gave me a manicure tonight.  Maybe I've been spending too much time in the man cave?

My first trip to the Man Cave

Is there no end to all this new stuff? I was just hanging with mom and some other people with higher pitched voices. Then dad scoops me and says something about too much est.., estra..., estro...I don't know! I mean, I only learned to type earlier today!

Anyway, next thing I know we're going down, down, down. It's kind of dark and smells ... I don't have a word for that either but this single little hair popped up on my chest. That big guy is down here, the one with the fluffy face. He and dad are staring at this wall-like thing with all these nice colors moving around. It's pretty, I guess, but it doesn't make me want to clap and yell like the big people are doing as they stare at it. Easily amused, I suppose.

Then, pardon me, but I burp. It came out of nowhere. I am mortified. Then dad and the other guy laugh, and then they burp, too. Hey, I think I like it here!

Questions

'Round these parts there's a saying: All baby. All the time.

And there's a litany of questions:

• When was the last time I pooped?
• How much did I poop?
• What color was my poop?
• Did it smell?
• Did I pee too?
• Did I nurse?
• How long did I nurse?
• Did I sleep?
• How long did I sleep?

Then, when they're not asking the questions they sit and stare at me. And then, more peoples come and they do it all over again.
Don't these people have jobs?

Here I Am

Here's the deal. I got born the other day. Tough stuff that. But I'm not complaining.

Anyway, everyone has been pestering me about blogging. "Your family's all bloggy. Are you bloggy?" Well, strictly speaking, no. I'm more into naps and, (this is so embarrassing,) pooping.

But there's nothing wrong with having a spot to collect some info and pictures and such. And why not here? And maybe I'll grow into it.

By the way, Great Aunt Sandi helped with the blog title. Daddy says it's a double entendre. I have no idea what he's talking about so I just smiled and nodded.