First Turkey Day!

Gobble,  gobble... that means, "Yo, what up peeps" in Turkey-nese.

So we just had a big celebration thing. All the family was here and seemed like they had a good time. Mom and dad were organizing and planning for a long time to make sure it all went well. And daddy worried about everythong as usual. Someone tell him to take a chill pill, will ya?...

Like I said, everyone seemed to enjoy it. They ate a lot of food...well, I guess it was food. It didn't look at all like what I'm used to so I'm going out in a limb here.

Anyway, it was all pretty, smelled yummy and we took naps after. Here's what it looked like.

Caught gettin' my blog on

I don't know if anyone's really noticed but I haven't been posting lately. Well, my good friends, there's a reason for that. 

Ya see, normally I have to be all covert and secret like with my blogulating activities. I try to sneak into daddy's office when nobody's looking and get my blog on. If they knew what I was up to (or that I can read and right for that matter) it might thoroughly freak them out! Maybe even cause them to expect more out of my daily routine, like putting away the dishes or changing my own diaper. That would suck... 

Anyway, I used to be able to maneuver this technique, no sweat. But since I've been sleeping all through the night, mommy and daddy have been getting some extra sleep. They aren't walking around like zombies anymore and that means its harder for me to grab daddy's computer inconspicuously. Here's proof! 

The last time I tried to share my blogitude, daddy caught me. Not my proudest moment but it gives you an idea of the nonsense I have to deal with. Not sure when I'll be able to post again. I'll give a shout out when I can! Peace out folks!

I've so got this.

Ok, so how's this eating thing supposed to go again? Is it bite spoon, blow bubbles in food, smear on face and shirt?...then cool, I'm totally getting the hang of this.

Toes for toofies

I have recently found out that my own toes are possibly the best remedy for sore toofesses. I know my Mommy and Daddy are probably not happy to hear this...seeing as they actually spent good money on specialty items to help. Who knew, right?

Anyway...take a point from Bash, if your toof hurts, just put your foot in your mouth. It feels much better. 

I guess I'm a chip off the old block, as they say. I've heard that Daddy puts his foot in his mouth when talking to people all the time.

Thumbs up!

Ah crap...looks like I fell asleep on my hand again. Ever since I started rolling over I end up in these weird positions. I start out on my back and then all heck breaks loose!!

Today, I couldn't figure out why daddy was laughing at me. I just thought he was sleep deprived and goofy, like always. Well, it turns out I fell asleep on my hand. But I must have been happy or something because it looks like I was giving the thumbs up! Good thing I wasn't in a bad mood, I might have been giving the finger...

Ouch! Do we really have to do this again?

What is wrong with you people!!! Why do you insist on taking me to that strange lady in a white coat in a cold office every few months, sticking me with those pointy skewers and saying it's for my own good!! Immunizations, Shmimmunizations...it just plain hurts! What the deuce, folks?!?!?

Although...my Snoopy bandaid did match very well with my tie die onsie. Couture is important, even at 6 months. 

Daddy's first Fathers Day!

Ok, so I've really been getting behind on my updates here. A lot has been going on and its very distracting so my bad...

Anyway, I definitely wanted to be sure to post this. A while ago was Father's Day and it was pretty special...being the FIRST time Daddy could actually celebrate being a real life father and all... Yeah, you're welcome.

We had a great time and celebrated with Grandma and Grandpa. I even gave Daddy a Father's Day card. Trust me, that was not easy. I had to make a special trip to the store. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get out if this house without Mommy and Daddy knowing. Watchdogs, these two... Like escaping from a prison, I tell ya...though a pretty swanky prison, I must add. So I guess I can't complain. 

Ok, so I did manage to get away for a bit to buy Daddy a card. I had a hell of a time getting the thing in my stroller but I managed. You should have seen the look on Daddy's face when I gave him this...

Real food, dude!

Holy cow!! More big news in the world of Bashness! Check this out…

Yesterday was my first time ever tasting real grown up food! I know, right?!?!?! Crazy... Ya see, Mommy has been wanting to do this for a while now and talking all about it to Daddy. It seemed here lately like the formula stuff that I started with just wasn't cutting it, ya know what I mean? Now don't get me wrong, that Similac was good stuff! It treated me well and got me through some tough times. Yeah, my Similac and me…we go way back…practically my whole life…that's a whole 5 and a half months, folks!

So like I said, Mommy had been planning this for a while. She started sitting me in my highchair and getting me ready for the big event. She kept feeding me my normal bottle stuff but she made sure I was in my highchair when I did. Guess that gets me used to eating like you big people, huh?

She knew I was ready because I ate and ate and ate and I was always still hungry. It was like I couldn't get enough! Kind of a pain for her, really, cuz that's all the poor lady did. Just kept getting up and down and heating up bottles and feeding me a bajillion times a day…poor Mommy…

Anyway, back to the point of my story. Yesterday, she decided it was time to make the switch. She got out the first bottle of real time regular people baby food…it was something called carrots. Have you heard of them? Yeah, me neither. It tasted really good to me! I liked it and kept eating as much as Mommy let me. It did looks strange though...a weird color…and made my poopie the same color later. Just wanted you to remember that in case you ever try carrot food. I'm just looking out for ya…baby daps…

As usual, Daddy had his camera out to capture the moment. That dude…I swear…

Becoming a little cranky pants

No!!! I don't wanna! No no no no no no no no no no! Not gonna happen! Nope! Noooooo! No way Jose!!! Did I mention no?...

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooopoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!.....

I refuuuuuuuuuuuse to faaaaaaaaall asleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!!

And that is why I'm so cranky...

Apparently, I am supposed to just fall asleep when I'm tired. Whatever... There is so much going on in my world right now that I want to watch and it makes me mad when I can't keep my eyes open. So I struggle with it all day long! I fight it and cry out and I yell at Mommy and Daddy. I don't really mean to and I know it makes them crazy but I just can't help it. Anyway...that is all for today...I am tired and getting crankier by the minute.

Nooooooooooo!....

Big news!...I got's a toofess!

Attention all you important peoples!!! Let it be known that on the 25th day of May, 2014, little Mr. Sebastian (that's me) was officially recognized as sprouting his first ever baby tooth! That's right, I'm getting my chompers folks! 

So heres the deal, I've actually known for quite a while now that something strange was happening in my mouth. But I wasn't sure exactly what, cuz I'm a baby and all this stuff is still new...don't judge me. I did notice that it felt better when I chewed on my fisties though...so that's what I did...a lot. That should have been a sign.

The official unveiling happened when we all went out to eat. Mommy and Daddy were there with their friends. They were goofing around like normal. When Mommy put her knuckle in my mouth, it felt pretty good so I decided to chomp down. And that's when we discovered my first real toofess! Uncle Craig just happened to be snapping a photo at the exact same time. I think the reactions speak for themselves...

Gangsta or Pranksta, the sequel

Ok, this time Mommy may have went a little cray cray...

There appears to be an overwhelming need in suburbia these days, to transform the appearance of one's innocent, angelic looking baby into a street savvy, convicted felon. Or maybe that's just a game for our nursery. 

Apparently, the last photo shoot wasn't quite realistic enough for Mommy. We had to further refine our ghetto costuming techniques. This time, we dove into the halloween costume bins and found ways to pepper in some additional authentic gang member flavor. Nice follow up, Mommy!

I think the overall character may still need a little work, though. The mustache and bandana make me look less like a cocaine kingpin and more like I'm selling vodka in the Siberian wilderness. If "Suburban Russian Mafia" ever comes into style, we may be all set!

The Happy Song

Mommy says this is my favorite song. It was #1 when I was born. When I hear it, I bounce around and smile and sometimes even wet my diapers…ok, most of the time.

Play it and dance with me :)

Gangsta or Pranksta...you decide

Yesterday was a bit strange. Mommy was straightening up in my nursery and found a bandanna. Before I knew it, we were having another photo shoot! One minute, I was just chillin' on my bed, minding my own business, then all of a sudden, I'm being dressed up like a vato thug biker gangsta type guy. What's up with that? 

Mommy had a specific look she was going for but daddy said I just looked goofy. Daddy said I was less gangsta and more Aunt Jemima. I've met my Grandpa and Grandma, but I haven't met my Auntie Jemima yet...looking forward to that. 

What do you think?

My big brother Falcon

How have I gone on all this time talking to you people without mentioning my big brother?!?!? That's awful...Bad Bash!! 

My big brother's name is Falcon and he's a 140lb Great Dane. Just for the official record, he's super cool and loves me very much. I love him too...ya know?... he's my dawg!

When I first got home, mom and dad were a little worried. Frankly, I was a little worried too, seeing as how I had never met a Great Dane before. Actually, I had never met ANYTHING before. So I guess we were all pretty freaked out. 

Anyway, after the initial newness and excitement wore off, it all became pretty normal. One big happy family! And aside from the bad breath and constant drooling, he's a pretty alright brother. Well, I guess he could say the same about me too. Maybe that's why we get along so well :)

Check out my chair!

No childs nursery is complete without a comfy sofa seat...at least, that's the rumor I'm starting.

Check me out! As if my room weren't cool enough, now I'll be watching my daily dose of cable TV in my very own pint sized sofa seat! Compliments of grandma and grandpa, of course.

Ok, let the infant envy begin...

First sleepover!

So a few weeks ago was kind of a big deal. I got to have my first ever sleepover at grandma and grandpa's house. I know, right?!?!?

Mom and dad were pretty worried at first... ok, dad was pretty worried but that's just what he does. Mom says he needs to slow his muffins or rolls or something but we're getting off topic here...

Like I said, they did feel nervous about leaving me overnight because let's face it, it was going to be the first night by themselves since I got here. What were they going to do without me? Nobody to burp, change, or feed...nobody to stay up with all night...pretty boring if you ask me.

When I first got to grandma and grandpa's, I think they were also a little nervous. They wanted to make my stay a happy one, of course, and they hadn't done anything like this since dad was a kid...whoa!...wait, dad was a kid too? That's crazy.

So we settled in and I quickly showed grandma and grandpa the ropes. Before long, they were taking care of me just fine! We were talking and sitting up and feeding, just like when I'm at home. They're pretty cool and make sure I have everything I need. I think we're going to have a lot of fun together. They keep talking about this McDonald's guy though and how happy his meals are. Not sure what that means but they say we will like eating with him. So that's cool. 

Well, I think I have to poopie so I should probably go. There is some crying and pouting involved and I don't want you guys to see that side of me. I promise to get on this thing more often. I just have to wait until mom and dad aren't looking. It would freak them out if they knew I can type. 

Later!

Think I'm getting the hang of it

So I've been a kid for like 3 months now…and I think I'm getting the hang of it. It's not so bad once you realize you have absolutely no control over anything, like your bodily functions, people picking you up and messing with you, giant dogs licking your face…you know, that sort of thing. I guess when you break it all down, we babies are kinda like crying, drooling paperweights. We're just hanging out wherever you put us last, holding down the woobies, until you decide to put us somewhere else. Sweet.

As for how I'm settling in, I feel like I'm doing pretty well at home. I'm getting comfortable in my surroundings and learning the ropes. I've got everything I need right there in my room. It's a pretty cool crib, as in nursery…but I have an actual crib as well and it's cool too.

Just recently, I started gaining some motor skills. I can kick my legs and wave my fists in the air. I can hold my head up and look around, so I've got that going for me. I'm even starting to talk to mommy (remind me to show you the video later). We have full length conversations about all kinds of stuff! This, that, the other, whatever's happening in our day. Any old thing that comes to mind, really. I say a few things, then she replies back. We've got a good rhythm. Granted, I'm really not making much sense to anyone else but I can understand me. At least I know what I'm saying, it's not my fault they don't speak "baby."

Well…I need to go now. I mean really, I need to go. There's a blue line happening on my diaper and I need to be changed. Where are you people...