Happy Valentine's Day! I'm mobile now -- I can go from sitting up to a serious face-plant faster than you can say "if you give a pig a pancake," and I can turn over if I see something I really want, which is usually something I'm not supposed to have. The problem with this whole rolling around bit is that I get my arm stuck under me. Not sure what I'm supposed to do once I'm in this particular predicament, so I usually just holler and Mom or Dad flip me back over.
I also had my first playdate, with a gal named Maya. She's a few months older than me, but age ain't nothin' but a number. I like to chew on her foot. She likes to take my plastic baggies, which are apparently a favorite of hers, as well. We're working on the whole sharing bit -- both of us are new to the social life.
I guess I should at least outline my adventures in New York at some point before I start driving. Let's see -- highlights included hanging out with Mia the Pug, meeting Olivia, taking the train to Yonkers to see Mommy's Godparents and Thom Jr., brunch with the girls and their significant others, and passing out on the super-fluffy bed on New Year's Eve. I'm the first baby in Mommy's immediate NY crowd, so there was a LOT of attention bestowed on my royal self. I enjoyed it immensely. Mommy can't wait to go back again, but we're trying to save a few pesos by staying put for a few months. We'll see how long it takes before she books an emergency flight to the Upper East Side.
Daddy and I are hanging out a lot now. Mommy is working part-time, so me and him chill by ourselves for a few hours a day. It's cool, but I'm happy to see Mommy when she gets home. I do my little excited dance and she gets all emotional about it. You'd think she was gone for days at a time, but I am quite missable. Anyway, she's teaching at some hoity-toity school for rich kids. It's like Gossip Girl, in Spanish. She likes being back in the classroom, I can tell by how she already talks about her students. They sound a bit bonkers, but that's why she teaches. I myself am going to be an independent business owner, with no boss. Gotta work on the whole teething bit first, though. Something tells me people will take me more seriously when I can actually chew stuff.
Off to the Abuelos for comida Mexicana. Hope their loco perro doesn't try to chew my leg again.
