Vie Rose by any other Name

My parents both love my name, which is why they gave it to me of course. For some reason, though, they seem to call me by all sorts of other names. It's very confusing to me. Mom says they are "Nickel Names" that mean I'm loved.

Dad likes to call me Vie Bug. Mom calls me Titmouse because I'm teeny and squeaky and, you know...because of my favorite food. Other names include: Vie Biscuit, LoVie, Milk Mouth, Grumpy Whumpous, Tough Guy. I'm basically learning to respond to any name at all.

I have to admit, it's getting better...

Mom and Dad are really handling things better each day. They are getting faster and more effective as a team, so I keep throwing them new challenges. This week, I gave them my first poo-splosion, lots of copious spit-ups, and I peed on the changing pad so much it puddled up to my neck. They soldiered on through the bathing and laundry and were even nice to me while cleaning up my messes. Apparently my good looks give me a free pass.

A New Wrinkle

Dad was right: I am growing rapidly! Every time he looks at me he swears he sees a new fat wrinkle on my arm, leg, back. The pediatrician (which mom calls the "vet") gave us a good report card today. I am up to 8lbs 7oz and over 20 inches long. I have grown almost 2 inches in two weeks! Our next assignment is to work on "tummy time" at least 4 times a day, which is just time for me to work on my push-ups to develop upper body strength so I'm not a T-rex like mom.

My First Mile

Mom finally got me out in the fresh air for a walk. I fussed a bit at first, I'll admit, but then I started to just stare out at the scenery and later got lulled to sleep. We went over a lot of roots and bumps on the trail, but I took 'em like a champ. Walking just seems so familiar. Mom told me that she used to walk me on that same trail when I was in her tummy, so maybe that's why I like it so much.

Bowly Bunta

Mom's grampa loves deliberately mispronounciating words. One of his favorites was from a little girl who said "bowly bunta" when referring to her belly button. Well, whatever you call it, I have one now! My umby stump came off today and I have a cute little divot in my tum now. Now I'm allowed to take a real bath, which is a favorite way for any lady to relax.

The Trouble with my Bubble

Apparently I have a big butt, and it's even bigger because of my cute cloth diapers. Mom tried to find some cute t-shirts for me, but the stores only seem to carry onesies for my size, which won't snap around my rear end. I might have to wear dresses or go topless for a while. The stupid fashion industry just doesn't make clothes for real women!

I emerged into the world on March 3, 2011 at 3:41AM. Mom only had to push 20 minutes because I did most of the work; by the time she had to start pushing, Dad could already see my head! I can't get my hand around mom's pinky because I'm so small, but I have Dad wrapped around my finger. He loves that I will curl my toes to grab his finger like a baby monkey.

I weighed 8lb 3.5oz at birth and am only 18.5 inches long, but I'm tough. I can already lift my head to look around a bit.