Wake me up when September ends

Yes, I did just make a Green Day reference- (rock on).

Unfortunately, I am not in a good mood at all today; mom calls me Crank Sinatra. I keep fighting to stay awake, it's like a tug-of-war between my mind & my body. I watched Baby Einstein today- mom got me the Van Gogh one. I also listened to Elmo sing the ABC's (which I personally thought was a riot). Honestly though, I'm too tired, too cranky, and in too much pain (from teething) to write much more. Maybe I'll pull it together later on but for right now, I am a grouchy, grumpy, irritable, cantankerous, choleric, peevish, irascible, hot-tempered little crab right now and I need a nap. Gooooodnight!

Wednesday

I can't believe it's already Wednesday, smack dab in the middle of the work week. I feel like just yesterday it was Sunday evening- relaxing with mom and dad, settling back into the flow of things, gearing up for the grind again. I woke up earlier this morning- it was about 8:30 when mommy heard me crying for her. She sprung out of bed, tossed on a fuzzy robe, and came into my room. Mom always does this thing where she knocks twice on my doorframe, and greets me with a warm "hello there". She asks me how I slept, and though I cannot tell her with words- she knows that I spent my night burrowed in the corner of my crib, sleeping ever so softly. As I fell asleep the night before, I remember feeling my mom pick me up, put me on her chest, and carry me into my room. She put me down gently, and carefully placed my warm blanket over my tiny body. She gave me a soft kiss on my forehead, and tip-toed out of my room- closing my door quietly as she left. I nuzzled my head deep into the cushioned crib, took in a deep breath- and exhaled. As the air came out of my lungs, my mind began to drift- off into the dream world, I was now asleep. Laying there dormant, I began to snore. It was more a faint, occasional, snort than anything; but I was snoring nonetheless. My mom says I always look so peaceful when I sleep; as though I am dreaming in the garden of eden- letting my mind go astray. I slept the whole night through, dreaming of everything little boys dream of; snakes, snails, puppy-dog tails, and everything in between. I woke up face down in a pool of drool (hey, that rhymes!) It stuck to my face as I lifted my head and let out a small whimper, and my mom came to my rescue. She lifted me gently out of my blanketed cocoon and kissed me delicately. I was changed into a clean diaper and freshly laundered clothes; my mom lifted me into the air gingerly, and gave me a modest little smooch on my round, apple-like cheeks. I clung to her shirt, looking to her for safety, and she looked down at me with a sense of enchantment in her eyes. She said, "I love you, booger" and gave me another little kiss, this time closer to my neck. I giggled with joy and gave her a big, toothless smile. She had no choice but to laugh back at me, seeing the bliss that just radiated from within me was extraordinary to her. She says that she has never in her life seen such a ridiculously delightful little kid, and she was so thankful that I'm all hers. My itty-bitty hands reached out and touched what felt like a cloud from heaven as I sat down on the couch with her for a bit. Afterwards, as my mom was preparing a new bottle for me- I got to have some tummy-time. Boy, do I love tummy-time! By the time mom got back from making me my ba-ba, I was halfway across the room. As I inched across the living room floor, I felt super-human. I was a big boy now! After coming in and seeing me 5 feet from where she originally put me, my mom decided that she would give me more tummy time and save the bottle for later. As I crawled, I looked up at my mom; she glowed with such pride. I know that these were some of the moments that she would treasure forever. Finally, I got sick of tummy time- I just wanted to be dandled warmly, and fed some milk. As a lay there in my mothers arms, I felt content- so alive, yet so jaded; I was satisfied and wanted to drift off into Neverland. My mom watched as my eyes flickered shut, and the bottle tumbled out of my mouth. Excess milk poured down my cheek, and in an instant I was a slave to the sandman.

I'm Orion

I'm a blogger by every definition; just because I don't know how to read, write, or type for that matter- does not make me unable to create a blog-masterpiece. You just wait & see :)

A Star was Born

April 7th, 2010

The day that my life began, the day that my parents lives were forever changed. I was born on 4.7.10 at 4:07am. My mother says I was the most beautiful thing she's ever seen and looking at pictures of myself- I'd have to agree ;). My skin undeniably smooth, my hair a chocolate brown, and big, round eyes to match. I came into this world on a night like any other- I say I am nothing special, but my mom knows better than that. My first few days were hard for her and my dad both. My mom trying to recover from the massive train wreck that was labor. My father trying to figure out just what to do with me. My parents were (and still are) very young- my mother was 18, my father 20. So naive, so ignorant to the parenting world; Yet, somehow, someway, they made it through the first month. They worked as a team fighting tooth and nail to keep our family together. My mother tried everything she possibly could to make me happy. I was kept dry, fed, and clean. I was cuddled and snuggled and warm, well taken care of on all accounts. We all lived in a small but cozy duplex in Manchester; we shared our home with our black labrador named Jewels and two pet bunnies- Grayson & Burton. As time moved by, our family became stronger than ever. My father got a job as a web designer for a company in Hampstead and my mother began her first semester of college when I was only a mere 2 weeks old. Dad was a busy worker bee during the day, mom a busy student bee come nightfall. There were many rough patches between my parents; he was gone all day, she all night- they barely had enough time to make dinner, never mind be together in the way they once were. However, through the good and the bad, my mother and father both loved each other more than I think either of them even knew. They had been through so much in such a little amount of time- they loved each other and knew that being together was what was best for both of them, as well as what's best for me. It's kind of magical if you think about it, two young kids learning the ins and outs of life together- one downfall, one stab in the back, one trip and fall after another. Yet, they still made it out alive and full of the utmost love and respect for one-another. Time had a way of getting loose, running rampant through our lives, and flying by faster than a speeding bullet- I started to grow, and my parents did too. By the time we knew it, I was already 3 months old. My mom says that I had such a glowing personality; so young, so full of life and wonder. My dad saw everything in me that my mom did, down to the very twinkle in my eyes, the joy in my smile, and the love in my heart, they both knew me better than I knew myself. I loved tummy time and even at the ripe young age of 3 months old, I tried to crawl around. My mother was ecstatic and called everyone she could to share the pride that she felt, the sheer joy that radiated from within her to anyone who would listen. I know she loves me, with everything that she is, she does. I have a whole flock of family who loves me more than I can understand, and for that- I am forever grateful. Time once again took hold of our lives, grabbing us with what seems like the hands of death and rocketed us into today. It is now Tuesday, August 31, 2010 at 4:30pm. I am a still just a little boy with a great family. My mom is now 19- my father, 21. They are still as happy as ever and still as in love as (if not more than) they were before. I am 4 months, 3 weeks old. I am happy as a clam and am, according to my mom, the best baby in the world. I had a wonderful day in with my mom, we woke up at 10:30, she gave me a good morning kiss as she carefully lifted me out of my crib. She changed me, put me in warm, clean clothes and gave me a raspberry on my miniature pot-belly. I was fed a warm bottle of milk while lying snuggled in her arms, we played airplane and watched movies. I got the chance to have some tummy time again and my oh my- I'm almost crawling. I crawl backwards and in circles but I haven't gotten the forward march down just yet- my mom thinks it's funny. We made some pizza for her and some more milk for me come lunch-time. Afterwards I was allowed to play with our pup, Jewels. I really love her, she's so soft and furry! Though she is old, she is patient and is nice to me even if I pull her ears by accident sometimes. After petting the puppy my mommy told me that I needed to clean up. She was going to just wash my hands but after taking a good look at me, she knew it was time for a bath. My tub is in blue and green and is in the shape of a whale (how cool?!). My mom knows just the right temperature of the water, it felt so warm and relaxing. We played with my bath time buddies for a bit, and when our fingers turned to prunes- she decided it was time to get out. I was taken out of my whale and greeted by a soft, white hooded towel that my mom had in her arms. My mom says she just couldn't get over how cute I looked, so she took a picture (I'll put it up for you guys to see). After putting a fresh diaper and a nice new outfit on, I decided I'd enjoy another bottle. As I drank down the milk that I was so desperately craving, I started to drift to sleep. I fell slowly deeper and deeper into the abyss that is my mind, dreaming of puppies and ba-ba's (that's what we call bottles). After putting me down in my crib, my mom decided she would make me a blog- and I guess, well... the rest is history. I will update (hopefully) daily, to share my experiences with everyone- the trials and tribulations of my mere existence-

my life as a little dipper.