Saturday, September 27, 2008

Week 3 - Finding my Stride

I'm starting to get a hang of this 'being alive' thing. From what I can gather, I'm supposed to sleep, eat, make funny noises in my pants, and let everyone hold me. I also like to play the game Chicken with my parents: they try to wait until after I've stopped making funny noises in my pants before changing me, and I try to test the stated capacity of my diapers. Sometimes I'll hold a little back until right after I get a clean diaper and then show my parents they can't beat me at this game. My parents raised the stakes this week by making me take a real bath, but I got dirty right after to let them know that I'm still in charge. I don't like to lose at games, which is something my dad says I get from my mom.

I've been getting a lot of attention when I go out in public. Some woman had the nerve to comment about how small I am. Hah!!! Can't they tell that I'm packing on the ounces and have the big 1-0 in my sights? I've been experimenting with growing a milk mustache or milk beard so people will stop thinking I'm so young, but my parents are always on my case about it and wipe if off.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Gabe, you just keep getting cuter every day. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I love you.
Bobbie Girl

Jacqueline Sanders said...

It's amazing how different you look in just one week ~ you are getting so big...and might I say, even cuter ~ love you and hope to see you soon :)