Carrying My Weight

   3Months 3weeks 1 day: Ok, this just isn't right! The Bacon smelling creature that calls himself my Daddy said it is time for me to start pulling my weight around here! What does he want? A Baby got to grow and sooth feelings around here. I make you happy don't I Daddy? After telling me this, he puts me inside what he calls a "dust mop" and lays me in the floor. I am not sure about this. Only time I have spent on the floor is doing tummy time, and trust me it isn't a happy time for me, most of the time. So, Fat Boy goes and gets what looks like a hockey stick to me, and starts pushing me around the floor. It was actually fun at first, but then he picked up speed. Let me tell you, those chairs don't give very much when you run into them. This dude takes through the whole house like this. If I didn't know better, I would think he is trying to combine his duties of taking care of me and housework. I am just really happy he didn't go for a slap shot! If he straps a scrub pad on my butt and heads toward the bathroom, I am going to leave this Jack-a-lope something in my diaper he will never forget!

   I do like when this cuddly guy picks me up, turns up the radio, and we start dancing throughout the house. I have only thrown up twice! He can really move for guy his size! I mean, furniture just moves out of his way like it wasn't even there. Now it does take awhile to go back and rearrange, it isn't like there is even a piece that he misses. I think it is worth it!

                                                                                                                  The "Pretty One"
     Now we have been doing this daycare exchange thing at Captain Carnitas work for sometime now. You would think it would go a little easier as time goes along, but noooooooooooo! This guy is still pushing it to the last minute! always rushing, always running behind. If he would just get his butt up a little earlier, he might have more done when he needs to be leaving. I know it can't be the whole I change my feeding needs or my diaper needs on a minutely bases thing. Getting off topic here. What I was trying to get to was that the Pretty One come in shortly after we get there gets me away from dust mop boy! We go home and eat, watch TV and rock back and forth on the couch all night! I love her so much! When it gets time she bathes me and feeds me and put this thing on called a halo, and man that just puts me to sleep. Well That is it for this time!
Sierra "I am not your cleaning product" LaRue

Disclaimer: The servant of this Baby does not own a dust mop!