Growing Up Fast
Hi!!!! I’m back!
Mommy was out of commission lately, that’s why I didn’t have a typist to encode my entries. Whew! a lot surely has happened since my last blog entry. For starters, Mommy’s tummy is BIG now, I think she swallowed a melon! Daddy says that means the baby (whom we fondly call B2, is growing well inside Mommy’s tummy. Oh, I’m so excited to meet B2. But Daddy says it’s going to take 5 more months before I see him or her.
What about me? Well, I’ve grown up a lot in the past two months. In fact, I bump my head often on the edge of 
our dining table because I’m taller now. Here’s a picture of me sleeping in my crib. I’ve gotten so big, there’s hardly any room to roll over.
That’s why I often sleep on Mommy and Daddy’s bed. But latelt, Daddy and I have been deported to floor duty ’cause I’m a fidgety sleeper. Daddy’s nervous I might accidentally bump Mommy’s tummy and hurt B2.
Here are more details on what’s been up with me since October….
Last October, I got sick twice. Boohoo! I lost some weight since I 
had tummy trouble and colds. But getting sick didn’t stop me from mastering how to maneuver my walker. I get around the house with ease, even opening doors on my own (screen doors, that is). I’ve even "driven" my walker out in the village’s basketball court.
One of the fun things I did recently was go trick-or-treating with the Teatro San Jose kids. Mommy and I had dress rehearsals to get me all comfy in my posible costumes. First, she tried making me dress up as an angel. Duh! The wings were so uncomfortable! No way was I going as a cherub. I didn’t want itchy underarms from the pesky garter.
Then Mommy made me try on a basketball uniform I inherited from my cousin, Ate Keona. I looked gooood… but the material was warm, so Mommy ditched the idea.
Next get-up… baby devil. Sure, I looked cute— but me wearing a headband? Nah-ah! Not by the hair on my chiny-chin-chin! Mommy ended up wearing the 
headband with horns. Me? We finally decided on an igorot outfit. I had a blast trying on the bead accessories. Oh, did I say try on? I meant throw about. Mommy had a
hard time picking up the bracelets and neck pieces I threw all over the room! But the final outcome was well worth the trouble. I was soooo adorable the night we went trick-or-treating. Here is a photo of me with the TSJ gang.
I visited 3 houses, but I had to go home after that since it started to 
rain. The best part was rummaging 
through my loo
tbag, of course. So many candies! I even got a stuff toy, a white lamb. I wonder what I’ll be next year…
I got sick again last November. I was hospitalized for four days. I surely gave my babysitters a hard time keeping me still while I had my dextrose on. I bawled my lungs out when the resident at the ER 
put in the needle thing-y into my left hand. Ouch!!!! This is a picture of me when I got to my room. They had to wrap my left hand with a diaper to prevent me from pulling out my dextrose connection. Being hospitalized wasn’t that bad, really. I had my Daddy’s and Ela’s full attention those four days. Boy, was I spoiled rotten! Then of course, I had the chance to explore the hospital corridors… it sure was fun cruising along the wide corridors with my dextrose stand! Weeeee! Vroom! Vroom! (I made Daddy’s back ache from having to escort me as I walked in the hallways).
Now enough of the bad news and on to the good news…
I’ve got 6 teeth now. Two up and 4 down. My teeth help me eat a 
lot of food now. I’m not a too picky eater now. I eat almost any fruit. But veggies are still my enemy. I want to eat only squash, 
potatoes, sayote and carrots. I eat any kind of bread and many kinds of biscuits now. I love filching Mommy’s food everytime she eats. It’s more fun that way! And, I loooove eating with my hands. I feel most satisfied when my face is all covered with food.
I’ ve lots of new talents now. For one, I’m a great 
dancer, says Mommy. I dance to any beat. I am also a great contortionist. See, I can suck my toes (which actually grosses out my Mom…. yuck! she says).
I also know how to answer the 
telephone now (well…kindda, if only I can figure out which end is up!.)
And I’ve 
learned how to plant perfect sloppy kisses on my ela’s cheeks, too. And guess what, I can really walk now—without my walker. I even hate having someone take my hand while walking. I bet that by my birthday. I’d be really an independent walker. Oh yeah… check out my next blog entry, I’ll be telling you all about my birthday bash. Daddy and Mommy planned a smashing party just for me! Til next time!
