because I can be down right dirty. Yep, I can get pretty mad, arch my back and scrunch my face, mad. I even don't mind scratching and hitting if it comes down to it. Since I am starting to eat normal food, I whine pretty loud until I get some, but I have my stipulations. No spoon. I want to feed myself even if most of it doesn't actually make it to my mouth. Dad tried to feed me about 6 different things yesterday. I was having none of it. I violently shook my head NO at everything. He finally gave up and mom's attempt was only marginally better.
While we are on the topic of things I don't like, I really don't like getting my face and hands wiped after I eat. When are you going to get a clue parentals...seriously. I also despise getting my diaper changed, but think it's pretty funny to leave a special surprise of little golden kernels for mom and dad's changing pleasure.
Then, I was crawling around on the patio and somehow there was a little Sammi poop ball on the ground. Yep, I put it in my mouth much to my parents chagrin, but then immediately got fingers jammed down my throat to retrieve. Sammi eats her poop, why can't I? Life's not fair.
Mom and dad try to blame this thing they call attitude on "teething," but little do they know, this is just ME in ALL my glory. Get ready for a long road ;)
Everywhere I go I get told how beautiful I am, why not take advantage of the situation to get whatever. i. want.
peace out.
B
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1 comments:
I cannot help but laugh at how much this sounds like baby Preston! Except eating the poop but he would have if we had a dog!
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