Humongous Homunculus

I am now wearing six to nine month clothing and outgrowing things daily. Recently my Grandma Joan and Grandpa Edgar were gone for a week and, upon their return, all they could talk about was how much I’ve grown. A week ago it was my Grandma Sherry and Grandpa David who couldn’t stop raving about my size. I’m a baby; growing is what we do; so let me be and I promise to keep letting you people buy me adorable clothing every couple of weeks.

I am a Savage Beast

Lately I haven’t been sleeping so well. I wake up screaming and I’m not sure why. For hours following my awakening, I’m a loud, arrogant, savage beast. That is, until my parents realized how to tame me. It all started when my Dad played Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue during a screaming fit at 1am. Immediately, I couldn’t cry - and all I could do was listen.

This morning as Dad and I were playing on the floor, he turned on something called Henryk Górecki and his Symphony No. 3. Mom usually puts on something like Barenaked Ladies or Queen. But no matter what is on, I love to listen. Music is what feelings sound like, and I want to feel everything!

Firsts

Every day seems to be loaded with new things. Today we took a trip to the park and I got to go down a slide and ride on a swing for the first time ever. It got me thinking, I do a lot of firsts. In the last six months I’ve been to another country, driven across the US twice, and flow in four airplanes. There have been ponies, kitties, doggies (lots of them), and fish that I’ve met. A couple of weeks ago I moved from one side of the country to another. I’ve been to concerts, restaurants, the ocean, lakes, rivers, museums, pools, picnics, a wedding, parties, flea markets, the mountains, and a Greek festival.

Not to bad for a six-month-old. I wonder what firsts are coming in the next six months?

Learning Curve

My parents tell me that I’m learning at a tremendous rate. Starting to stand, responding to some simple commands, recognizing situations and people, but all of that seems normal to me and it’s very frustrating.

Here I am not able to fully communicate, working to comprehend everything, still losing my fight with gravity and balance, and they think that I’m “coming along nicely”. Who in the name of Mordor do they think that they are kidding?!?! I want to run, I want to climb trees, I want to read books to myself, and I want to explore everything now.

“Coming along nicely”

Humph.