I don’t know why, but every time my Mommy puts me in these overalls, she starts singing “The Farmer in the Dell.” She also came across this video, which she is quite disturbed by, and has vowed never to show me anything sung by the Wiggles. That’s okay, because she sings to me all day long. Don’t tell my Daddy, but she likes to sing me every song from the Sound of Music. (He might think she’s tricking me into believing that movie is the greatest movie of all time.) Every night she rocks me to sleep as she sings “Edelweiss.”
To her dismay, I’ve started to put my fingers in my mouth right after eating (this is not because she is singing me songs from the Sound of Music or because I’ve developed a baby eating disorder… I just want to put everything in my mouth right now). So, my Mommy has re-entered the world of spit-ups and has resorted to smelling like cheese or finding strange globs on her shoulder.
I’m also doing a better job holding my head up. My doctor said my head size is in the 90th percentile. I don’t know what that means, but my Mommy said that’s a lot of brains to hold up for a small body. I just smile and giggle, and she kisses me on the cheeks again and again and again. All is well.