A few Remarks from Blake and Autum

Posing as Miss Snow White..aka Queenie

Autum says: Since Santa failed me and didn't do something about this skinny leg little boy that mommy and daddy brought home, I have had to make some adjustments in my daily routine.  Don't worry, I haven't gone so far as to give up my role as Queenie, though!  I still scream and cry to get what I want.  It STILL is an effective tool, I can bring on the crocodile tears at the drop of a hat.  If that stinky little boy even thinks about laying a finger on me, I scream.  Enough said.  But back to what I was saying.  I like to wake up early and screech loud into the baby monitor to let mom and dad know that it is time to come get Blake out of my room, so I can continue to sleep in peace.  For some reason about 5:45 am, e.v.e.r.y. morning, Blake starts this rocking and moaning routine..."rrrRRRRrrr"  "ahhAHHHahhh" Then I follow up with "WAAAHHHH."  Not long after, someone whisks him away, I roll over and finish up my beauty sleep before I'm ready for breakfast.

What are you looking at? I was cold after bath time one night, leave me alone.

I also had to change places at the dinner table with that skinny little boy.  See, I got a new pretty pink high chair and he got my old white one.  Mommy and daddy didn't know they bought a pink one when they brought it home...hehehe.  So I was happy to accept the shiny, new, pink chair to eat in, while he was demoted to my old, sticky, raisin stuck to the seat, barbecue stained, chair.  But that is not all, we had to switch places at the table too, because you see, this kid...he likes to throw his food.  He is getting strong enough now his throws can catapault barbecue sauce covered pork loin to the kitchen walls.  He thinks it is SO cool to watch the chunks of meat race down the wall, leaving dark-colored streaks all the way to the floor--while mommy and daddy cringe. You see, a Queenie doesn't act in such a way...so I was given his seat at the table near the wall, and he has been moved as far away from the wall as possible.  Needless to say his meat chunk chucking skills have come to a halt due to some quick thinking on mommy's part.  Every item of food he throws, he is removed from his high chair and placed on the floor to pick up..he even has to crawl over and hand it to mommy before he is allowed back in his chair.  She does this with his cups too...for some reason he loves to throw his cup on the floor while we are eating.  I love to sit in my chair from above and look down on the food-covered little meat-tosser...makes me feel like royalty.

This is the other thing I can't handle...if he doesn't like his food at dinner, he sneakily slides it over to my high chair tray when no one is looking.  I give him this dirty look by ducking my head down and looking up at him from the top of my eyelids, I swing my arms, and screech.  He just gives mommy this cheesy little grin like he didn't do anything wrong when she turns around.  Grrrr!  I don't like green beans any more than he does...I DON'T WANT THEM.  It's hard enough to dispose of those things myself without having to hide the ones he discards on my tray.  A girl can only hide so many green beans behind her back. 



Blake says:  Well, I'm starting to get this whole family thing figured out.  I have to say it sure beats my old home.  Someone comes and gets me early in the morning, right after my first morning growl.  What that crazy-haired girl doesn't know is, I do this so I can go back to mommy and daddy's room.  I get a whole hour of one-on-one attention with daddy before everyone else wakes up and while mommy is exercising.  We hide underneath the sheets.  We play peek-a-boo.  We wrestle and jump on the bed.  We unfold all the clothes mommy folded the night before and left in the basket to be put away.  We laugh.  It is the best time of day for me! 

Then right after that fun time of playing I get to eat breakfast.  I have my own highchair now too...it even comes with food already attached to it.  I can find some old raisins or crackers down on the bottom if I look and feel around really well.  You can't beat that!  The worse part about it is, I can't hit the target on the wall with my food, now.  I am too far away.  I'm going to have to keep working on my upper body strength during the day.  I'll have to increase the number of times I drag the bar stools out of the kitchen and try to throw them down the steps.  They are really heavy, and I have to drag them quickly because mommy always finds me right before I let them loose, so that will be a good workout challenge for me to get stronger.  Anyway, with experimentation, I have realized that if a food is too crunchy, too hot to taste, is green, or smells funny, it has got to go.  The farther I throw it, the lesser chance I'll have to see it again, usually.  Especially if it hits the wall and begins to streak down to the floor...mommy gets so angry and caught up in cleaning the wall off she forgets to put the food back on my tray.  Except for now, she interrupts my meal eating and meat throwing routine by sitting me on the floor to pick up my mess.  I have had to be a bit more picky about what I toss, so I can at least sit and eat the food I like...otherwise I'm on the floor picking up food most of our dinner time.  Can't have that.  I am getting really close to walking too.  I can push my little walk-behind toy all over the house and yard...almost fast enough to keep up with chubby girl.  She just toddles a bit faster than me, but I'm getting close.  I can cruise around the living room furniture, from table to chair.  I can't get over how much different my legs feel now that I'm at my new house.  Now I know why they are attached to my body, they are actually useful...not just two things dangling behind me and slowing me down when I army crawled on the floor.  I am so glad for this because I tell you I DO NOT LIKE grass.  When we go outside I used to have to just sit in that brown, scratchy stuff...I'd wave my hands in the air and cry.  I still don't like the grass and leaves, but at least I can stand up now and not have to sit in it.  Thank God for my red wagon too...phew, what a lifesaver.  No grass for me, thanks.  I'll sit or stand in my wagon.

This was a game of shoot Snow White while she runs by...it was pretty fun!

I am also starting to realize that the people that I live with now are always here.  I am used to having so many different women come in and out of my room, before.  Every morning I woke up I never knew who was going to pick me up and change my clothes, or who would feed me or bathe me.  I would sleep next to a different roommate every day, in a different crib, at a different time.  Now I sleep in the same bed, with the same blanket and glow worm, either daddy or mommy puts me to sleep, I sleep next to crazy-chubby girl every night, I take baths with her every night, I play with the red-headed freckled girl everyday, I eat at the same table with the same people.  I'm beginning to like this.  I need this routine.  I need these people.  I finally am beginning to relax and trust.  I know that when mommy lays me down for a nap, she will be the one to come get me up.  I know when I go to sleep at night, I'll wake up in the same crib to the same faces.  I am realizing now, that I get kind of scared when someone new comes to our house, our routine is changed, or if mommy or daddy leave for a while.  I get this uneasy feeling in my tummy and my emotions start to come out...not sure what this feeling is, but I don't like it.  And then I can't sleep at night very well, I wake myself up and look around to see where I am...sometimes I'll cry really loud to see if mommy and daddy are still around.  They always show up, thank goodness, but I still get scared sometimes.  I am really loving these new people in my life, yes...even that crazy-haired girl...and I don't want them to leave.  I sure hope they do not.  Maybe I should quit throwing barbecue pork loin against the wall, mommy always gets this look on her face like she needs to leave the house for a while...