So, it turns out that I really like to eat. And since I’m not so mobile yet, I tend to pack on the pounds. Don’t get me wrong, Mom and Dad tell me all the time how cute I am. How they really love my belly. And how my cheeks remind them a lot of Riley’s cheeks at my age. But, truth be told, I’m the biggest pig there is. That’s why Mom and Dad call me the Butter Pig.
I am a super happy Butter Pig. I still smile all the time. I am still really mellow. The only thing that I don’t do-wait for it-is sleep through the night. You may be saying to yourself, but Butter Pig, you are almost 6 months old. Shouldn’t you be sleeping through the night. And I would answer, but if you are as hungry as I am, and if you have very pliable parents like I do, why would you wait an entire 10 hours to eat when you could just yell at the top of your lungs, in the middle of the night, and have it brought to you on a silver platter. Sometimes I wake up and yell just to make sure that they are OK. I’m not even hungry. It’s my way of checking up on them. So far, they have always shown up with a soft and gentle “Little Lady, don’t you want to sleep a little more?” And, as soon as I’ve finished a bottle, I tell them “Sure Mom and Dad. I was just making sure that you were doing alright.”
My mobility is growing (like my tummy) by leaps and bounds. I can not only roll over, but I roll across the floor. I turn all the way around-doing 360s in my crib. And I can grab a hold of and hold onto just about anything. Mom’s hair, preferably. Or Dad’s face. Either one is good. I like to try to swim when I am on my belly. Laughing and kicking and reaching out for some toy that is just too far away….
All around, things are good. I am more mobile, happy and fat. Good things, all.
Tune in next month when I let you know how crawling is going (cross your fingers!).
Miss T
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