Twenty-four weeks five days

Hello world!

This week my dad was so smart; he put me to bed all by himself. Normally I need my mama to feed me and sing to me, but my dad did it all. One minute I was whining and pulling my ear in his arms, and the next thing I knew it was morning.

I tried eating a peach yesterday. My mama cut it in half and I ate my half, and slurped up all the juice. When I gave it back to her, all that was left was a little bit of dry peel and I had a lot of smushed peach on my clothes, somehow.

One of the best things to do is sit on my mama's lap when she plays piano. I play the notes she misses, or I hold her arms and show her where to play. And I sing along. I do it with dad too, sometimes. Dad plays guitar for me. I think I'm going to play guitar, too. I also sing along with the radio in the car, and I like to sing when I first wake up.

I worked out how to chew on my feet. I like it.

Love,

Franklin

Twenty-three weeks six days

Hello world!

My mama took me to meet her friend and baby last week. The other baby was only a little bit bigger than me, and could kind of wriggle around but not exactly crawl. I'm just starting to wriggle. While mama fed me, I got so caught up listening to the conversation that when she laughed at a joke, from under the blanket I laughed too.

So far I've eaten oatmeal with mama's milk, banana, melon, zuccini, and potato. I wasn't too sure about the zuccini, and when my dad gave me potato, I was too tired to try it. I'll have to try it again to see if I like it. My mama gave me a melon slice and I held it and ate it. It was slippery, but if I dropped it, mama just picked it back up for me. I worked out which side to eat and which side to hold; it was yummy.

The best place to sleep in is my big boy bed. I sometimes sleep in the car, but I really like watching out the window. I do my best to stay awake in my stroller too. Me and mama went walking with the dog. I watched her running around playing with other dogs. When our dog came up to me and laughed, I thought it was hilarious. Our dog likes me, but she didn't like me at first because I hurt her ears. I don't yell like that anymore, though: I'm a big boy.

Love,

Franklin

Twenty-two weeks five days

Hello world!

Now that I'm nearly six months old, I've had a lot of time to reflect on my favorite things in life. So here they are:

My Favorite...

• Book: Have You Seen My Cat? by Eric Carle
• Food: Mama's milk
• Color: Black
• Animal: Dog
• Toy: Bright green frog and butterfly
  
• Dance: The Franklin dance
• Game: Peek-a-boo
  
• Song: "The Eensy Weensy Spider"
• Music: Pictures at an Exhibition by Modest Mussorgsky
• Flower: Sweet pea
• Nickname: Big Boy
• Daily activity: Bathtime
• Ticklish spot: Under my ear
  

I ate cereal with milk and banana for the very first time today: it was awesome! I'm so good at using a spoon.

Love,

Franklin

Twenty-one weeks five days

Hello world!

This is me eating an apple. I ate the whole thing.** My mama gave me a piece of orange the other day and I almost sucked it down in one go, except she wouldn't let go of it. I really like to taste fruit. I still eat my own food, but I get to taste other things.

**mama helped a little.

I don't exactly know what happened, but I lost a lot of my hair. Mama used to call me wolfboy because I had a little curl on my ears; she also used to call me a dandelion, but my fuzz is missing. Now my mohawk doesn't work very well any more. Dad always smoothed it down but mama kept fluffing it back up. My bald patch on the back of my head is also gone. Maybe the hair on top of my head fell down the back of my head.

I learned some things recently by watching my parents. Mama lets me sit on her lap when she plays piano, and I worked out how to play it too. She didn't even have to show me; I figured it out all by myself. I also know what to do with a water bottle: chew on the lid. I'm sure something's supposed to happen when you do, though.

Love,

Franklin

Twenty weeks five days

Hello world!

I think the only person I like is my mama. She can solve all my problems. I had to go to the doctor and get three shots in my legs and it hurt so bad, but my mama made it better by feeding me. Whenever I feel grumpy, she always makes me better.

I guess dad's ok too, but he's not the mama. He held me one time and then I realized it wasn't mama holding me and I started waving my arms at her and crying. But when she got me, I felt much happier. Dad plays games with me that mama doesn't, though. He's teaching me how to walk. I don't know if I'll even bother with crawling; that's for babies.

When I wake up from my nap, I usually call out to let mama know I want up, and then she comes in and says, "where's mama?" I smile my biggest and look around for her.

I just found out two things this week. The first thing is people have feet! I have feet; my mama has feet. I can grab my feet but it feels kind of weird. Mama's feet are really good because her toes are shiny red. I watch her toes when she walks and dances. The other thing I found out, we have a dog! A dog is like a person in your family except hairier and doesn't sit on the couch. I like to watch our dog, and I tried to grab her ear but I kept missing. When I manage to grab it, I think I'll eat it.

Love,

Franklin