Getting to know you...

They grow so fast, don't they? He's already asking if he can post his own entry. I told him I would type it for him.

Hi, my name is Hunter. I'm 18 weeks old. I feel like I should stop counting my age by weeks but my mom says I shouldn't be in a rush to be a big boy. I'm not really sure much I weigh these days but I'm guessing somewhere between 13.5 and 14 lbs. My dark hair is falling out but my mom tells me not to worry for 2 reasons: 1. I'm still cute with patchy baldness and 2. It will grow back. I believe her. I'm not sure how long I am but some of my footie pajamas are getting a little too tight. I can't tell if this makes my parents happy or sad. I think a little of both.

I'm awfully smiley these days and sometimes I'll even giggle. I actually find strangers funnier than my parent's. My mom says I'll probably always feel that way. I really like getting attacked by the kissing monster (who's not much of a monster). I also really like looking at my feet. My hands are cool too but staring at them is sooo last week. Now I just like putting my entire fist in my mouth. I don't understand why my mom can't do this. I also don't know why she's always trying to get me to poop. A couple of weeks ago she kept saying how all I do is poop and now she keeps telling me I should poop more. I think it's kinda fun to hold it all in for a few days and then just let it all out at once. It doesn't bother me. I get a bath afterward. She also tells me to eat so I grow big and strong but then tells me to stop getting so big and strong. love her but sometimes I get the feeling she doesn't know what she wants.

My parents kept talking about what a good sleeper I am so this week, I've been keeping things more interesting for them by waking up randomly during the night. Sometimes I just yell, sometimes I smile and coo, sometimes I thrash around and grunt a bit - it gives me a chance to see my mom and tell her I miss her. But she starting to wise up and realize I can't stay awake at those God awful hours for too long and let's me talk until I talk myself back to sleep. Now when I'm really hungry, I cry. This always brings her running in. And thank God. Imagine not eating for 5 hours!

A couple of my favorite things: hearing all the noises I can make - coughing, yelling, cooing, laughing; rolling around on my mat - I can almost make it from my back onto my stomach; eating my fingers; eating Mitch the Monkey; reaching for anything I think I can touch (and eventually put in my mouth); when someone helps me sit up (especially on the kitchen counter - don't worry, I'm very well supervised, sometimes too well); when someone helps me stand (this might be THE favorite thing of the week); getting naked; stretching; doing abs (someday I hope to be the youngest person to have a six pack); watching basketball.

A couple of my least favorite things: the two minutes before I fall asleep, burps that don't come up immediately, staying in the same position for too long, and shots. I'm pretty sure I have to get some more soon but my parent's haven't confirmed this yet. My friend Ella just got hers. Her mom gave her Tylenol before she went to the mean, nasty, brutish doctor. I hope her mom told my mom to do the same. I told my mom who needs shots anyway? But again, she said something about wanting me to have them but not wanting me to have to go through the pain of having them. Very confusing.

I know she doesn't mean to be confusing, but it's hard for me to know how to feel - especially about this thing called "day care." She tells me I should be excited because I'll be making new friends but then she says she's not too excited because she won't get to see me all day. I don't really understand and we don't talk about this much. She tells me to just enjoy every day and she'll worry about the tomorrows. And that's what we're doing.

She nagging me now to be cute for a photo shoot for Christmas cards. It's the least she can do since she didn't bother to send out a fancy announcement proclaiming my entrance into the world.