Yep, I'm one month old today. Mom and Dad celebrated by going on a date last night, to see the musical at the local playhouse. It was their first night out together since I was born and I stayed home and hung out with Auntie Jill. Actually, I slept the whole time, but she kept praising me, so I must've been good company.
The big event this week -- although I also slept through this -- was that I got my frenulum linguae clipped. I bet you don't even know what that is, or that you have one, too -- under your tongue. Mine was apparently a little too close to the tip of my tongue, and it might have affected my sucking, making Mommy's nipples sore. They call this being "tongue-tied," literally. When I was deep asleep, I had this dream that a sharp pair of scissors was creeping stealthily towards my mouth, and when I woke up a little while later, my tongue felt longer. Really, it had more range of motion. Which I put to good use when I open my mouth wide and bellow.
Another thing: You'll notice in these pictures that my right hand is blue. How annoying! No, it's not poor circulation. It's usually the same color as the rest of my skin, but today my parents tried to make my handprint with blue ink and -- they should've guessed this -- the ink didn't really wash off. Not even with Fast Orange. Real smart!
Lastly, I didn't realize I was going to have to go through puberty at three weeks old. Right now I am suffering through the bad stuff (pimples) without the benefit of the good stuff (girls, driving). But I'm leaning that all of life is preparation for what lies ahead.
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