I guess I have a new nickname. Mommy and daddy like to call me “two timer”. Not because I’m a ladies man, but because it usually takes me two times to like something new. But I almost always like it the second time around. For example, when I get a new toy like my Exersaucer, I get fussy the first time I use it. But the second time, I enjoy it. This also goes for eating foods. I made faces the first time mommy fed me peas, but when daddy fed them to me the next day, I ate them right up. The only exceptions to the “two timer” moniker are avocado (I’m probably a “four timer” there) and sweet potatoes (loved them from the first bite).
My new favorite noise is squealing. And when I squeal, I SQUEAL. Mom and dad probably wish they had earplugs some days. I squeal when I’m happy and I squeal when I’m cranky. Grandma Linda thinks it’s because I like the sound of my own voice. The truth is I get a reaction, albeit a negative one, out of mom and dad so I keep on doing it. Someday I’ll use my words instead of my squeals, but for now it suits me just fine.
Occasionally I’ll really make mommy and daddy’s day and giggle. One day while mommy was cutting carrots, I giggled every time she cut a carrot. I’m not quite sure if it was the noise the knife made when it hit the cutting board or if mommy’s motion was tickling me (she had me in the baby carrier so both of her hands were free). Whatever it was, I couldn’t stop giggling. And giggling, not squealing, is mommy and daddy’s favorite noise.
Last time I wrote, I talked about my new cousin Caroline. I got to meet her for the first time on January 17th. She is the first person I have met that is smaller than me. I’m so used to being the tiniest one in the room so it was kinda nice being looked up to for a change. She sleeps a lot more than I did when I was first home and is a lot quieter. I’m sure Aunt Maribel and Uncle Keith appreciate that! I can’t wait until she is a little older and we can play together because I’m starting to get more interested in interacting with other babies. In fact, when I was at the daycare at the gym this week, I spent most of my time there watching the other kids playing and wished I could join them. I also had a lot of fun watching kids play at a birthday party for my friends, Ben and Abby. It’s just a matter of time before I will be able to keep up with the other kids.
Yep, that’s right. I’m a kid on the move. A week ago mom showed me that I can push off while on my tummy and move forward. Now I love to roll over ALL THE TIME. And I mean ALL THE TIME. If somebody puts me down on my back, I immediately start to roll around either onto my side or onto my tummy. The only time I stay laying on my back these days is when I’m sleeping. Oh wait, I like to roll onto my side while sleeping and once in a while mom even finds me on my tummy in my crib so I guess I don’t ever really stay on my back for long. I’m also notorious for rolling around while on my changing table. In fact, mommy caught me trying to climb over the side rail the other day. She lets me have some (supervised) play time on the changing table because I like to roll around naked during diaper changes. And eventually I like to hoist my leg over the side of the table. Mommy doesn’t seem to like that as she constantly is putting my leg back down on the table. And she doesn’t leave me alone so I can never put my great escape plan into action.
All that moving around must exhaust me because I am definitely sleeping longer at night. I usually go to bed around 6:30pm, except for the rare night when mommy and daddy let me stay up for a party or to go to daddy’s volleyball match. Even then, I’m still in my own bed by 8pm. Party poops. Lately I have been waking up around 4am to eat and get changed, but then I go back to sleep and don’t get up for the day until 7:30-8am. Once in a blue moon if I’m really tired I will sleep until 9am on the weekend. Daddy loves those days! Mommy is usually up before me so I don’t think she minds as much. If I’m feeling really generous, I’ll sometimes sleep from 6:30pm until 6:30am. I think mommy much prefers this sleep pattern as she is not so fond of getting out of bed at 4am, even if I go right back to sleep.
Whew – guess I should write more frequently so I don’t have to drone on for paragraph after paragraph. Just goes to show what a busy boy I am. It’s only been two weeks since my last update, but I’ve done a lot. I enjoy all of the new experiences I have with mommy, daddy, Jesse, family, and friends. Speaking of having fun with family, I’m very excited because Grandma and Grandpa Kruepke are spending Friday with me and rumor has it Grandma and Grandpa Heimbigner might be visiting for a weekend in February. Grandparents are so much fun and I’m very fortunate that I get to see all of mine as much as I do. On that happy note, I’m signing off until next time.
Love,
Cameron
P.S. Here are a few brief notes about the pictures I posted today.
My new favorite noise is squealing. And when I squeal, I SQUEAL. Mom and dad probably wish they had earplugs some days. I squeal when I’m happy and I squeal when I’m cranky. Grandma Linda thinks it’s because I like the sound of my own voice. The truth is I get a reaction, albeit a negative one, out of mom and dad so I keep on doing it. Someday I’ll use my words instead of my squeals, but for now it suits me just fine.
Occasionally I’ll really make mommy and daddy’s day and giggle. One day while mommy was cutting carrots, I giggled every time she cut a carrot. I’m not quite sure if it was the noise the knife made when it hit the cutting board or if mommy’s motion was tickling me (she had me in the baby carrier so both of her hands were free). Whatever it was, I couldn’t stop giggling. And giggling, not squealing, is mommy and daddy’s favorite noise.
Last time I wrote, I talked about my new cousin Caroline. I got to meet her for the first time on January 17th. She is the first person I have met that is smaller than me. I’m so used to being the tiniest one in the room so it was kinda nice being looked up to for a change. She sleeps a lot more than I did when I was first home and is a lot quieter. I’m sure Aunt Maribel and Uncle Keith appreciate that! I can’t wait until she is a little older and we can play together because I’m starting to get more interested in interacting with other babies. In fact, when I was at the daycare at the gym this week, I spent most of my time there watching the other kids playing and wished I could join them. I also had a lot of fun watching kids play at a birthday party for my friends, Ben and Abby. It’s just a matter of time before I will be able to keep up with the other kids.
Yep, that’s right. I’m a kid on the move. A week ago mom showed me that I can push off while on my tummy and move forward. Now I love to roll over ALL THE TIME. And I mean ALL THE TIME. If somebody puts me down on my back, I immediately start to roll around either onto my side or onto my tummy. The only time I stay laying on my back these days is when I’m sleeping. Oh wait, I like to roll onto my side while sleeping and once in a while mom even finds me on my tummy in my crib so I guess I don’t ever really stay on my back for long. I’m also notorious for rolling around while on my changing table. In fact, mommy caught me trying to climb over the side rail the other day. She lets me have some (supervised) play time on the changing table because I like to roll around naked during diaper changes. And eventually I like to hoist my leg over the side of the table. Mommy doesn’t seem to like that as she constantly is putting my leg back down on the table. And she doesn’t leave me alone so I can never put my great escape plan into action.
All that moving around must exhaust me because I am definitely sleeping longer at night. I usually go to bed around 6:30pm, except for the rare night when mommy and daddy let me stay up for a party or to go to daddy’s volleyball match. Even then, I’m still in my own bed by 8pm. Party poops. Lately I have been waking up around 4am to eat and get changed, but then I go back to sleep and don’t get up for the day until 7:30-8am. Once in a blue moon if I’m really tired I will sleep until 9am on the weekend. Daddy loves those days! Mommy is usually up before me so I don’t think she minds as much. If I’m feeling really generous, I’ll sometimes sleep from 6:30pm until 6:30am. I think mommy much prefers this sleep pattern as she is not so fond of getting out of bed at 4am, even if I go right back to sleep.
Whew – guess I should write more frequently so I don’t have to drone on for paragraph after paragraph. Just goes to show what a busy boy I am. It’s only been two weeks since my last update, but I’ve done a lot. I enjoy all of the new experiences I have with mommy, daddy, Jesse, family, and friends. Speaking of having fun with family, I’m very excited because Grandma and Grandpa Kruepke are spending Friday with me and rumor has it Grandma and Grandpa Heimbigner might be visiting for a weekend in February. Grandparents are so much fun and I’m very fortunate that I get to see all of mine as much as I do. On that happy note, I’m signing off until next time.
Love,
Cameron
P.S. Here are a few brief notes about the pictures I posted today.
1. Playing piano. One of my favorite things to do with mommy (though it’s actually daddy with me in this picture)
2. Mommy let me fall asleep on her shoulder one football Sunday. I think she was getting all sentimental and trying to recapture my “youth”
3. I’m a happy go lucky guy 99% of the time (well maybe only 90% if you ask mommy or daddy)
4. Me in one of my favorite spots – on the changing table. Doesn’t my facial expression look like I was caught in the act?
5. I included a picture of my family with cousin Caroline. Notice how I am observing her. It’s that curiosity about other kids.
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