I had quite the experience yesterday morning. I fell off my changing table into a laundry bin. Don’t worry, I didn’t get any serious injuries. Just a little bruise on my leg. We are pretty lucky the bin was there. I cried a little when I fell, but I got over it quickly. Mom, on the other hand, she didn’t get over it so quickly. I think she was still crying when she left for work. She was really stressed out over it. I kept trying to tell her I was fine. What’s all the fuss about?
Apparently I have two. Mom says that’s what made me feel bad for a couple of weeks. It would have been nice if she had noticed a little sooner and did something about it. She didn’t even notice until I had this huge tooth in my mouth. Unfortunately I hear these are not the last molars I will get…
She made me do it. I was going to let my hair grow really long, but mom said it looked scraggly. At least she took me to the hair salon and didn’t try to cut it herself. The hair cut wasn’t too bad - until she took out the clippers. I’m not so sure about those clippers.
Mom and I went up to NY for my final 1st birthday party. We went to the Heart Walk with grandpa on Saturday. Why would anyone plan an outdoor activity in Poughkeepsie in February? Don’t they realize it might be cold? All these crazy people were actually outside walking for miles. Absolute madness.
This birthday thing isn’t so bad. I had my second party with the cousins. I got some more gifts - and more cake. Then I got my first bloody lip. You should see the other kid.
Why is it that I have to go to the doctor all the time? I went again today, but I was not very happy about it. I cried the whole time to let mom and dad know. They tried to measure me, but its probably pretty inaccurate since I wouldn’t sit still.
Ht: 29 1/2 inches (50%)
Wt: 21lb, 10oz (40%)
HC: 18 1/4 (25%)
I finally got cake for my first birthday. I wasn’t so sure about that icing stuff at first, but in the end it wasn’t so bad. We’re celebrating my birthday with my cousins on Sunday and my New York people next weekend, so maybe I’ll get more cake!
I am 9 months old today and still no birthday cake. Just how old do they think I need to be??? At least I got a gift.
In other news, I am getting another tooth. Just one though. Mom keeps asking where the other one is. As if I know where my other tooth is…

Mom tried to pretend like I wanted to get dressed up for Halloween. The truth of the matter is, the costume was really so she could take pictures of me and send them to everyone she knows. Seriously, what exactly is a Tigger? All I know is I had to wear this furry, bright orange outfit with ears and a tail. Who thought this was a good idea?

Seven months, baby! Seven months.
I asked for Cocoa Puffs. I got squash. It could be worse. It could be rice cereal. I’ll take the squash.
I went to the doctor yet again today. More shots and the usual measurement thing:
- height: 27.5 inches (90th percentile)
- weight: 17lbs 13oz (50-75th percentile)
- head circumference: 17.25 (50-75th percentile)

I’m six months old today and I did not get a birthday cake. Not even a cupcake!
Mom got her jogging stroller last week. (Thanks Aunt M. and Uncle Duck!) It looks like I’ll be spending a lot of time in it - that is if she doesn’t crash it again. It was our first time out and I was just riding along. At a rather slow pace, I might add. I hear both mom and dad have done these marathons, but I’m thinking it must have taken an awful long time based on the pace we were going. Okay, back to my story. I am just peacefully sitting in my stroller and all of a sudden the stroller gets yanked backwards and I am bounced around in it. It turns out mom didn’t really know how to use the wrist strap, which is supposed to be a safety feature. Maybe the stroller makers should revisit this particular feature. Luckily, there was no permanent damage. I guess I’ll let her take me out running again.

Now that I have this rolling over thing figured out, I will no longer be sleeping on my back. They can keep trying, but as soon as my oldsters leave the room they are no longer in control…
What’s the big deal about rolling over? Why is everybody waiting for me to do it? It’s not that hard. Here. . . See? . . . Wanna see me do it again? . . . Are you happy? Now leave me alone.
One tooth, two tooth
I want more.
Three tooth, four tooth
knocking at my door.
Give me food, baby,
chomp, chomp, yum.
Pretzels, peanuts,
bubble gum.
Today I ate your drippy, bland, nasty rice cereal. I used a spoon. I proved I can do it. Now give me something that I’ll like.
We’re testing a new feature on this blog in association with Zooomr, a Flickr knockoff. For your trouble I’ve thrown in a bonus: a picture or three of me!
I get a small infection on my toe and the world becomes my ambulance. Jeez, it’s only an ingrown nail. I’ll live. Let the doc spend time with someone who needs it.

It’s hot.
It’s humid.
I have a pool.
I’m old enough.
They won’t let me in.
Something about me not knowing how.
I took mom to the Outer Banks.
She felt badly when all the other kids dove in
and I sat there dry as a bone
with my big brown eyes sadly tilting.
Finally, she said, “Okay, okay . . .”
Splash! I was in the drink before she finished!
. . .”you can go in.”
I had my 4 month checkup today. My latest measurements are:
height: 26.5 inches (90th percentile)
weight: 16 lbs (75th percentile)
head circumference: 17 inches (75th percentile)
Now seriously, what exactly am I supposed to do with a head circumference measurement? I can tell everyone my height and weight, but head circumference? Is it better to have a little head or a big head? Having said all that, I am sharing it anyway. Maybe you all can figure out if that’s good or bad.
Aside from getting measured, I got more immunizations today. I was not happy about and boy did I let them know. Apparently my screaming last time didn’t scare them off, because they insisted on giving me the second dose today. After the initial pain of the shot, it actually wasn’t that bad. I took an extra nap tonight, but now I feel like my old self again. They make me go back again at six months, but that’s a long time from now so I won’t worry about it.
Finally they’re talking about taking me off the Selsun Blue. It’s about time.
I had my first acting job today (and no it was not the movie that daddy shot of me the other day). Dad’s friend Bill’s son Michael is a student at NYU and for his senior project he is producing a movie. He was looking for extras for his movie, so mom and dad dragged me along. It was pretty fun, until I got hungry and the continuity girl said we couldn’t hold anything we didn’t have before. I was not very happy about it. I started getting a little fussy, so they decided to make an exception for me. The world really does revolve around me, doesn’t it? Hopefully I didn’t mess up his movie. If you have the chance to see it, look carefully and you might see a bottle appear in the middle of the scene.
Oi amigos,
Hoje eu começo con minha nova vida Au Pair do Brasil Andrea. Espero que ela goste de mim, e me alimente e possa cantar tambem.
Com licenca. Estou com fome.
Ate ja. Tchau,
Emerson
I’m here. I’m here. Make room for me!