Miss Independent

Tomorrow is a holiday, Mom and Dad say. That's good, because I could use one.

Monday was a killer. Dad kept trying to put me down to sleep, and I was. Not. INTERESTED. I like to be up and where the action is, but that guy didn't get it. Eventually he had to leave, and Mom tried putting me down, but that's no fun because when you're asleep you miss everything. Finally, Dad sang to me for about an hour at 11:30, which is all I wanted.

Then today I had my two-month checkup with Dr. B. I measured in at 23 1/2 inches and an apparently whopping 13 pounds, 1 ounce. She's not concerned, though, still -- I'm in the 90th percentile for weight and about the 80th for height, but I guess my folks don't have to worry about it until she's worried about it. It went pretty well right up until the tech came in to give me my vaccinations. That was the part that Mom was worried about, and let me tell you, I did not like it. When that short one went in, I screamed bloody murder. Mom and Dad did OK until the tech left the room, but Dad was a little shaken hearing me scream like that, and Mom was fighting back tears. By then, though, I was all done being upset -- the shots were over, so no worries, right? I am still a little sore, but I got cool Looney Tunes bandages at least.

Otherwise, life is progressing pretty nicely in our house. Dad's adapting to me and the house being his job, though there's still a lot that doesn't get done yet. He's working on it -- of course I'm his number one priority, and the cleaning and stuff can come after. Mom just started an easier rotation at work, which means I get to see her three more hours a night. That rules, of course, and it gives us a chance to build up a milk supply for next month when she goes back to the hard one. (Hey, why eat leftovers when you could go to the restaurant?)

Auntie Coop is still here, for another month. She and her puppy help out where they can -- she gets to play with me a lot while Dad makes food and does my laundry, and Kael keeps our dogs occupied so they aren't bored when Dad can't play with them.

All four of us went to a baseball game on Friday. Dad's trying to help me learn the game, since he and Mom are both fans. Our team here is the Brevard County Manatees, but as we're really Albuquerqueans (even though I've never been there) we have a lot of Isotopes gear. I think I might have to be a Tampa Bay Devil Rays fan, though, being born in Central Florida and all. It'll affect Mom (Blue Jays) more than Dad (Tigers), but not much because the Rays almost always finish last so no harm done. And since the Manatees never win either, I'll be prepared for that.

Tomorrow we're supposed to go to a concert and a fireworks show. I hope I can stay up for it, and that it doesn't scare me too much. After all, this is the first big holiday of my life, and I want to celebrate it.