My confusing family tree

So, I have a mommy and a daddy, a grammie and a grampie, a nanny and a poppy, a mama and a papa, a "grandma" who isn't my grandma at all, aunts (pronounced "ants") and aunts (pronounced "ahnts"), and an uncle who isn't related to either of my parents! Holy Cow- who are all of these people?! I'm not sure, but I LOVE them all. I guess that's all that matters. Here's a glimpse at my confusing family tree...

This is mommy and daddy long before I came along. I'll let them have a moment to reminisce about their days of young love while they read my post.

Grammie and Grampie (above) and Nanny and Poppy (below), all of which are legit relatives.

Mama (above) and Papa (below) Winterton, which is where the psuedo relatives begin. Kind of a silly picture of papa, but silly is what he does best. I get to spend my Wednesdays with Mama while mommy works.

This is "grandma" who isn't my grandma at all. In fact, she is Mama's grandma, which I suppose would make her my psuedo great grandma, but I just stick with "grandma" because that is what everyone else calls her. Whew- that was a long explanation. Lovely lady.

Aunt (pronounced "ant") Holly (above) and Aunt (pronounced "ahnt") Hezzie (below). Why one is an "ant" and the other an "ahnt" is beyond me. Mommy says "ahnt" is the propor pronunciation, but "When in Utah, do as the Utahns."

Last, but not least, Uncle Trav, who in fact is in no way related to either of my parents, but is still somehow my uncle. Either way, I love him and his nice, burly beard.

Notes for June 19th

Last night, mommy, daddy, aunt hezzie, uncle denver and I went to the Farmer's Market. Mom spent the afternoon making some pepperoni bread while I vied for her attention. Come to find out, I don't even like pepperoni bread. I did like mommy's homemade anadama bread, though. When we got to the Farmer's Market, there was a band playing. I danced a bit, and then explored on the grass in the park. Mom didn't seem to care what shananigans I was getting myself into (she was distracted by the food), but Dad was keeping a close eye on me and ruining all of my fun! We visited with some of mom and dad's friends and they all gooed and gaaed over me. I am getting pretty used to the attention, but not letting it go to my head, thank heavens! This morning I took a lovely nap. There is nothing like a perfectly timed nap. Sometimes mommy jumps the gun and tries laying me down before I am ready. Don't worry- I let her know when she does this so that she can correct the error of ways and let me play for a little bit longer. Sometimes, though, she scoops me up at just the right time and lets me cuddle on her shoulder for a few minutes. When my head hits that mattress, it is sweet relief. I don't even make a peep when mom leaves the room. Tonight I think I might get to hang out with daddy and uncle trav. We'll probably play some video games and maybe watch a movie. I'm excited for the weekend- I love it when I get to spend saturdays and sundays with dad. I'm not sure what is on the schedule, but I am hoping we get to do something outside. It's Father's Day on Sunday so I'll have to be especially good for him at church- no fussing or anything. Mom and I are working on getting a daddy a gift, but my naps seem to be getting in the way.

Notes for June 17th

Well, first and foremost, I got this blog started today. Phew, what a relief. Now maybe I will remember at least some of my pre-memory life. It was a fairly uneventful day, although I did get to hang out with Taylor, a new babysitter, while mommy went to summer school for a couple of hours. Mom went on and on before she left about how i would probably cry a whole bunch and be a pill, but just to prove her wrong I was a perfect angel for Taylor. Not even one little cry the whole 2 1/2 hours mommy was gone. Don't worry- I made up for it later when I cried for a half hour the next two times mom laid me down for my napa. I finally complied with her on the last nap at 3 though- I could tell I was on her last nerve, so I spared her the breakdown. Wonderful nap- 2 hours long. Those are the best although I don't get them very often. I sure am a much more pleasant baby when I get my beauty/sweetness rest. Mom and I went running with Aunt Hezzie before dinner and I was STARVING, but I took the edge off by chewing on my blanket and mom's phone. Oh, and Gundog came with us. I do enjoy watching that old hound. I could spend the whole day with him and it would never get old. Mom finally gave me something to eat, but she apparently thinks I have a stomach the size of a pea because she thought I was done eating after only one jar of food. I set her straight and made a stink until she finally gave me more. She has been trying for days to get me to eat these silly little dinosaur chicken fingers. I keep spitting them out, but she doesn't seem to be picking up on my not-so-subtle hints and continues insisting on makeing me "try them." I think I may have finally got the point across to her tonight... I guess we'll find out tomorrow when she either tries again or officially gives up. Oh yes, and I discovered I LOVE grilled cheese sandwiches today. Mmmm, mmmm good. They are only good though when fed to me in sandwich form, none of that breaking it up into small bite sized pieces and feeding myself stuff for me. I like to eat like a mature adult with the exception of actually holding the sandwich myself. I'll let mom do that work for me. Dad gave me a bath and got me all ready for bed tonight. He lets me splash in the water as long as I like and play with all of the diapers on my changing table. Oh I just love that man! Well, goodnight for now. I'm off to dreamland until I finagle my way into mom and dad's bed in the early morning hours.

Grammie and Buddy's visit

Grammie and Buddy came for a visit last week. It sure was good to see them. Not only does Buddy make the most amazing oatmeal and cookies, Grammie lets me do basically whatever I want, even if it's messy and she makes for the coziest bed in the middle of the night. Here are few highlights from their trip...

The Amazing Baby Monitor

Today I discovered the most bizarre thing. I was playing with this white handheld device thing I found laying around in my toy basket. I haven't got a clue what the purpose of this silly thing is. All I know is that if I hit the right button on the side I get a cool light to come on in the front. There I was sitting in the living room playing with my new toy when all of a sudden I hear my mother's voice in loud speaker style coming out of it. "Whoa! What was that?"... I stared at the thing and it happened again and again. In the midst of this most unusual happening, my mother called me from the kitchen. I looked at her, then she disappeared behind the cabinets and her loudspeaker voice happened again. This time she was singing to me- of course, it was some ridiculous song she was making up, but as long as it has a beat I don't complain. I finally ventured into the kitchen only to discover my mother speaking into what seemed to be a similar looking hand held device. Everytime she spoke, her voice echoed through the whole room. Strange. Mom says its called a baby monitor. I am not sure what "monitor" means, but I am thinking it must have something to do with a device that scares or startles, like a "baby startler." Yeah, that must be it!

Officially entering the blogosphere at 10 months of age

I have been meaning to get this started for months now. My mother has tried to introduce me to blogging, but up until now I would much rather just bang on the keys of the keyboard than make any meaningful contribution to the blogging world. I have decided that it's time to put my childish ways behind me though, and do what any responsible 10 month old would do... create a blog and keep a record of all of the interesting and significant happenings in my life. So here they are... my notes of a simply entertaining life.