I wake up again and see my friends above my head. Polar bear, lion, whale, monkey, turtle... They aren't singing to me this time, but I'm happy to see them nonetheless. I'm not terribly hungry, but I could use a snack. I think my toes will tide me over. I grab them and nibble, rolling over in the process. I practice crawling a bit, roll over a few times, talk to my feet and my hands. Mommy comes in and says what she does every morning with a big smile. I don't understand it, but it sounds like "wakey wakey eggs and bakey." I get changed into different clothes, which I don't mind except for putting my right arm in my sleeve. For some reason this makes me mad every single morning. I hear birdies behind me and when I twist around to see them, mommy makes me lay flat again. I don't get to do ANYTHING fun.
It's later in the day and I'm standing up in my blue room. The one that has fishes on it, toys in it, and walls short enough for me to hold onto when I stand. I'm getting good at moving my hands around the edges and scooting my feet so I can follow the kitty or the puppy when they walk through the big room. Just when things are comfortable, I see that mommy is walking away from me. HOW DARE SHE! COME BACK! COOOOME BAAAACK! Fine, we'll get really really loud. GET BACK HERE WOMAN!!! I'm two feet tall and stuck in a stretchy blue box and she thinks she can leave me and walk a few feet away??!! I'M SO ANGRY!! I'M SO... uh oh, losing my grip... one hand down... can't... hold... on... aaaahhhhh! NOW I'M REALLY REALLY MAD! I'M ON MY BACK! Okay, so I'm not hurt, but I'm VERY VERY ANGRY! When she comes in and picks me up, I do realize that not much time has passed, but when it was happening, it seemed like hours and hours. Now that I got what I wanted and she's holding me, I realize I can't let her off the hook so easily... so I fuss a bit more. Then I calm down and just when she thinks all is well with the world, I slowly reach up and grab the back of her hair and pull as hard as I possibly can. I loooove the funny faces she makes when I do this!
Later in the day, its time to take a drive through the neighborhood. Mom has to walk, but I have the best seat in the house. I get to roll along in front, I can still reach my feet, and if anyone passes by they always pay lots of attention to me. I look at the trees, the bugs, the birds, and sometimes I get to see the water. When we get back home, if the puppy hasn't gone with us, he is so happy to see me! I talk to him through the glass door and tell him that I missed him too, that I think its funny when he bounces around like that, and that I'd really like to chew on his tail if he wouldn't mind. Mom won't let me though.
Towards the end of the day, I get to play on the big spare bed. I've got a bunch of toys there, and it's fun to practice my crawling. When my hands and knees betray me it doesn't hurt my belly to fall. So I try over and over again. Mom hangs out with me, and when I'm done practicing she lets me crawl on her and pull myself up. Then we make faces at each other in the mirror and if I'm in a good mood, she tickles me and growls at me and chews on my belly and I giggle and giggle and giggle. When I laugh, she laughs too which makes me laugh even more.
Finally I'm getting sleepy, so mommy uses the nice smelling lotion and puts me in my jammies. I act like I don't like this... I push her hands away while she tries to snap me up, but I think my feet taste better when they look like puppies or monkeys or bears. We play on the floor with daddy (who is the BEST!)
until I get sleepy. Then I get to eat a gigantic bottle and snuggle with mommy in the rocker until I fall asleep. I love this time of day most times. Mommy takes me and puts me in my bed so I can have another adventure tomorrow. 
Maybe then the puppy will finally let me chew on his tail.
Foot food.. yum.
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