Secret Agent Josephine

Baby Bug has a million blankets. Silly me, when I was registering for baby stuff I was so bored with all the gear that I didn’t understand that I kept gravitating to something I did understand: soft fuzzy blankets. I must have lasered way too many of them with the scan gun because I now have blankets coming out of my ears. I could probably sew them together and cover my house with them termite fumigation style. I should look into a charity that accepts blankets but it’s hard to pick which ones to get rid of because they are all so soft and fuzzy and perfectly snuggly!

HOWEVER, we never had a red blanket until this past weekend. A very special red blanket. My Aunt Janet (aka Auntie Tickle) made it for her. It’s pretty cool because the quilt squares are made of two different textures of fabric. One is soft and fuzzy and the other is silky smooth. Perfect for tummy time amusement and future cuddle time nose rubbing. The edges are lined with white eyelet and the bottom side has fuzzy fleece. What more could a baby want? Plus, it’s my most favorite color.

This is a really good timing because ever since “the age of the exersaucer” I’ve been a little lax on getting Baby Bug to spend quality time on her tummy. She’s been working her leg muscles like crazy with all the jumping and twisting in the exersaucer but her arms are just getting lazy. Now and then she’ll chuck a toy at me but nothing very pressing. Just like her mommy, she’s a little weak in the upper body.

Before the exersaucer she didn’t mind being on the floor but now she hates it. She thinks laying on the floor is for babies. She’s a big girl now. She hates being on her tummy. Her arms just fly out from under her and she ends up nose to the ground and very frustrated. So from now on we are spending at least five minutes a day on the red blanket admiring all the pretty squares and getting stronger so she can crawl. Crawling! So exciting!

Which reminds me, whatever am I going to do about those cat boxes?

My baby doesn’t make sweet “aaaa-boooh” sounds anymore. She grunts. She grunts and grunts and grunts and grunts. You’d think she was having the bowel movement of all bowel movements, but she’s not. She’s just grunting. It’s her favorite noise. She likes to stand up (assisted by mom or in the exersaucer) and furrow her eyebrows and scowl at the floor. Then she growls out this grunting sound as if to say, “Bow down to me, carpet mites. I am the great Baby.” Or maybe she’s trying to bend forks with her willpower. I don’t know.

If you’re wondering why I post so many pictures of Baby Bug in the exersaucer… it is because we have entered the “age of the exersaucer”. Yes, I know vowed never to let brightly colored baby crap enter my house. Yes, I know I said I’d keep the saucer confined to a corner in my room. Yes, I know that I am a parent now and I’m going to eat every last word I ever said as a non-parent. The exersaucer is my hero. Baby Bug loves the exersaucer. I love the exersaucer. The end.