i'm famous

less than two weeks old, and i've already ended up on someone else's blog (other than my bruthas, that is). you may have noticed one of the links on the left of the blog... the one that refers to a nice lady who took my picture when i was a day old... well she has a blog, and she's posted some of her pictures of me there.

http://donnavonbruening.iblog.com/

she took some incredible picture of dean as well, both at birth and at one year old. she also shoots weddings. i don't really know what weddings are, but judging from her website, it looks like when ladies dress up in white and look real pretty and smile a lot, while the men dress like penguins and look nervous.

don't give me no hand me down world...

i got one already


who's who among american infants

between naps, i've been checking out pictures of dean when he was my age, and imagine my surprise when i found a picture of him wearing the exact same outfit i have on. and swinging in the exact same swing i frequent. it gets me wondering if i will ever have anything all to myself.

well, at least i've got my own bog.

settling down

things are starting to settle down a bit. i've figured out that about every two or three hours my tummy starts burning. but then mommy seems to be right there to make it all better.

http://www.dvbphoto.com/

there's this other little person in the house (i spoke of him in my last post) that has been helping me figure things out. i think he's called 'dean' but i can't be sure, because i also hear him referred to as:

1. "the bean"
2. "beanie"
3. "beano"
4. "bugman"
5. "deano"

i think i'll call him 'brutha'

then there's this other guy who sometimes holds me late at night. the last thing i remember is falling asleep in his arms... then, the next thing i know, mommy is waking me up to feed me again. or do i wake her up... the details are a little sketchy at this point. anyway, dean calls this other guy 'da' so i guess i will to. as soon as i figure out how to make something come out of my mouth besides cries, whimpers, and milk.

what's goin on here?

just a few mornings ago, i woke to a crushing headache. things had been pretty quiet before, but all of a sudden i felt as if the walls were closing in. panic ensued. i screamed "let me out! let me out!"

be careful what you ask for...

bright lights. cold. not at all what i was used to. i have to say, it was quite a trip. now i'm settling down a bit, thanks to some help from someone who's been there and is not too old to remember what it was like. he tells me his journey was even more unpleasant... something about his being a pound and a half heaver than i was at the time. he keeps telling me i 'ain't heavy.' i keep having to correct his grammar.

he's also been teaching me about this thing called 'blogging,' says its a good way to keep the folks informed as to my progress. so i figured i'd give it a try.

no promises yet on how often i'll update this, as i'm trying out other things that may have to take priority. you know, things like eating. this one person (we'll refer to her henceforth as 'mommy') seems to think it's rather important. and since she's been there from the beginning, i'll take her word for it.