Well, you've probably heard that I like food, and I do as long as the food has a "p" in it's name. For instance, I love pears, sweet potatoes, pumpkin (I think you call it squash in the U.S., but I probably wouldn't like it there), apples, peas, and spinach, but I do not like carrots. They make me vomit up ugly orange vomit that stains all my cool threads.
You also probably know that I like to talk. I'm not saying any official words yet, but Mommy swears that I say "mama" sometimes when I'm crying and she laughs because I also like to say something that sounds like "Oh my god!" Mostly I say words like "gee" and "hey" and "yeah" which sounds just like a rapper when he/she says "yeah boy". Mommy is a little worried that I might have gangsta tendencies.
I can also do all sorts of new things. I can give you a kiss if you put your cheek next to my mouth and I am just starting to copy you sometimes if you open and shut your hand like you're waving. I've also figured out if I raise my hands up Mommy and Daddy pick me up. They're so easy to train. I also can sit up all by myself and play and entertain myself now. Mom really likes that because she gets a little bit more time to herself. I don't understand how she would want any time not playing with me, but whatever, it makes her really happy.
You already know that I love to jump in my Jolly Jumper, but you probably don't know how high I can jump now or how I love to jump up and spin in the air. Another thing I really like to do is attack. (In fact, I'm attacking Mommy right now.) You have to be careful when I attack you because it's really really scary. I squeal and lunge and grab you and pull myself toward you and grunt as I chew and slobber all over you. I'm pretty menacing.
Another thing I'm really digging right now is playing games like peek-a-boo, row your boat, and horsie riding. I reckon I'd make a great jockey, but Mom thinks I might grow too big for that. That's alright, I won't need a horse to get around pretty soon because I'm starting to get mobile. I'm wriggling and scooting all over these days. If you put me on my tummy I like to push my butt up in the air and wiggle it around. And if you put me on my back I like to push myself around in circles and all over the place. I also thrust my hips up and down lots. Mommy and Daddy think it looks a bit lewd, but I don't even know what that means.
And if you must know I'm still not exactly rolling over, but who cares; I'm getting really close. In fact, I did it the other day, but since then my arm keeps getting in the way. But who knows, as fast as I'm learning things, I may have it mastered by the time you read this.
Daddy says it's bedtime (something which I admit I'm not so fond of), so I better go. See you all soon!
