I was born last Saturday night and I just came home Monday night from the hospital. My mom says that I have my Dad's skin, hair and mouth and her eyes and nose. Everyone else keeps saying "thank god", but I'm not sure what they mean.
This is my mom, isn't she beautiful? I'm 2-days old here, but I'm not saying that on the record.. a lady never reveals her true age.
Its been a big few days for me. I have met all the family and some of the friends. Everyone was really nice. There was this one kid who kept giggling.. Dad called him Bok Choi and kept arguing with mom about something to do with my godparents. I don;t know what that is all about, but I told dad not to worry, I'm not into dating older men.
I took my first ride in my carseat and then dad's really loud car. He was lucky I liked it and fell right to sleep or else I would have gotten cranky. You should see how good I am getting at the whole cranky thing. Dad scored extra points for the Monkey mirror, although the neon green and orange monkey isn't the best compliment to crimson leather, I must say.
Its been about 48 hours since I got home and I sleep a lot... but only when its light out. I get bored and super hungry when mom and dad turn the lights out so I make sure to keep them up to hang out with me. Its awesome, but man they are starting to look haggard during the day - but I don't care - remember thats when I sleep!
Dad does seem to have this whole Happiest Baby thing down which foils my tantrums. Here is a pic of him putting it to use. Curses! I can't resist it.
I also eat a lot. Like every three hours. All this dairy gives me lots of gas and poop... and all my plumbing seems to work fine because as of today I am killing the rainforests one poopy diaper at a time. Not the most socially concious thing I have done in the last 4 days, but hey, nobodys perfect.
Me and Dad do a lot of thinking.
I'll admit it - My umbilical cord could be the nastiest thing of all time. Its like a little black sour-patch kid trying to escape from my belly. Please fall off. Please. Yuck.
My first doctors appointment is tomorrow morning and they better not poke me with any more needles or I'll get even.
I am getting pretty good at picking up my head for a 4-day old and you should hear my stinkers and burps. Seriously hardcore. I could do without the frequent hiccups though.
I am still annoyed that someone at the hospital stole my stuffed lamb out of my crib during the second night. I'm not joking, I am seriously pissed. Its ok though I'm on it, I'll get her back. I heard the whole "milk carton thing" is a good start.
Also everyone keeps telling me how pretty I am but I am trying not to let it go to my head.
Not really worried about anything right now, except for mom getting back up to speed and dad's business continuing to grow. I have just about everything I need, and my closet full of clothes is awesome.
Lastly, based on what I have seen - Hillary needs to just go away - but that's only my two cents.
You can see my new pictures on my flickr account.
Talk to ya soon!
~Little Isa
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