Green, Grandma, and Getting Old

Dear loved ones --

Oh how sorry I am that so much time has past between postings. I could type excuse after excuse after excuse but I learned in my pre-babe-ital classes that finding excuses doesn't fix the problem. Simply accepting your faults (even when you know you're not the one in fault), apologizing, and asking for forgiveness helps ease the tensions much faster. So, I'm a slack, I'm sorry, please forgive me - gosh, that's weird..I feel like I hear mom saying those words to dad all the time. Deja-vu.

Okay, because you peoples are busy and I understand that, I'm going to type about the three things listed above (shift eyes to subject line) in the order in which they were written. I won't be able to put as much detail as I was hoping so that you actually have time to read all this but all are worthy of discussing so rev the engines..let's get started.

A) Gray goes Green --

There's all this talk these days about "Going Green" and protecting the earth for our children and our children's children, blah, blah, blah. Well, quite frankly I don't even have a girlfriend yet. HOWEVER, mom and dad have already arranged a marriage for me with either of the lovely Eve or Mae Kennedy (or both??) and/or Harper King and I'm thinking 2-3 children at a minimum as I'm a baby and I don't feel like I'm hard to love. So, I'm starting to focus on my future, the environment, and the globe one diaper at a time. Let me explain. My buddy Henry blogged the other day about pooing in the tub. Well, H-man just turned 2 years old and the expression on my face when I read that he is JUST LEARNING to poo in the tub left me speechless (as you know, I'm never short on words). I'm sitting here thinking that EVERYONE poo's in the tub, no? I poo in the tub regularly and I'm really shocked that word hasn't gotten out to more children..especially with this push not to waste and always to reduce, reuse, and recycle. Let me lay out the benefits for you real quick and I'm pretty sure after you read them you'll join me in the understanding that pooing in the tub just makes sense and is the best decision for everyone (boys and girls alike).

1. No wasting of a diaper. Listen..don't get me wrong. There are few things more enjoyable than pooing right when mom or dad puts a fresh diaper on you and then pooing 10 minutes later after they've gotten another fresh diaper on you just to see their facial expressions and watch dad do the diaper math in his head. BUT, as I think about my grandchildren I realize I don't' want the earth to be covered in diapers and so pooing in the tub reduces just ONE diaper a day that's wasted...multiply that by the millions of children ages 3 and under that are still in diapers and we've saved about 60 rain forests a year.

2. Still bath turns into jacuzzi within seconds. I don't think I need to go into this much b/c we all poo. Everyone knows that some space needs to be cleared before a good poo and the only way to clear the path is to let out some toots (or farties as mom calls them--real mature). So, I'm not sure the science behind this but all I know is that when the toots get started the tub jets get turned on and I'm chillin in a jacuzzi. People pay thousands for a jacuzzi---if they only knew that pooing in the tub created the same effect. I feel so bad for some people and all the money they waste.

3. I don't have to sit in my dirties. Sometimes after I poo mom and dad make me chill in it thinking I'm dumb enough to get round 2 out that quickly before they get a new diaper on me. When I poo in the tub I get picked up faster than mom did when she was single (BOOYAH!) and I don't have to sit in that mess for even a second.

4. Diaper saved - 0.16 cents. Wipe saved - 0.04 cents. The expression on the bath givers face (typically dad) - priceless.

5. Mom sings a song that's made up on the spot whenever I succeed. The lyrics change each night but the chorus typically includes some version of "Poo poo's in the tub, poo poo's in the tub, oh how I love me some poo poo's in the tub" -- eat your heart out Simon Cowell.

B) Grandma -

As I already sneak peeked in a previous post--Grandma Brock came to visit me for 10 days just a week and a half ago. It was amazing. Although mom and dad had me in strict nap training so much to both her and my dismay I couldn't be rocked to sleep with each holding--we still got plenty of cuddle time in and I LOVED it! We would walk every morning with mom and Daisy (You guys remember daisy??). We played on the floor, we did tummy time together (she's much better at that than I as she won every "how long can you hold your head up" game. I'm not bad though) -- she would do my late night feedings so mom and dad could go to bed early, she would be up with me in the mornings if I didn't feel like going back to sleep, she cleaned my poo poo's out of the tub (see above), she held me when I cried (although I don't remember ever crying while she was here but that's what mom and dad keep telling me), she babysat me so mom and dad could go on another date or so that mom could do errands or go to the doctors sans me (it still doesn't make sense to me why she would ever want that), she took us out to dinner and mom and I got some GREAT dinners, she cooked us dinners, she cleaned the house, she cleaned my booty, she gave me a bath..and the list goes on and on. One night we even had uncle Aaron and cousin Caity down for a visit (see picture) -- HEY, WAIT A MINUTE...WHERE AM I???? OH, tell me you did this while I was napping?!?! I see what I mean to you...cute guys..REAL STINKIN CUTE. Anyway - she left last Wednesday and I miss her a lot. I know mom and dad miss her a lot too but the one we STILL hear crying the most since she left is Daisy---speaking of Daisy..where is Daisy?!?! (J/K Aunt Carla...I know where she is :)!!!)

C) Getting Old -

Few things here. This will be filled with mostly informative information so go ahead and grab your paper and pencil to write a few important things down. ... I'm waiting ....

Okay. I'm 2 months (but I'm sure you knew that..thank you for all the cards, flowers, gifts, etc -- if you didn't send anything I will allow you to make up for it on my 3rd month birthday) OH and you have no idea how easy it was for me not to post when I turned 8 weeks -- psshhh...week counting is for babies. Anyway - Dad told me I had to wait till I turned 2 months but now that I'm there I have my own email address. Grayson.Brock@gmail.com -- feel free to use it anytime as I check frequently and mom and dad don't know the password so say whatever you want about them. Trust me..it won't be anything I haven't heard or thought. Also, I had my 2 month checkup with the doc and got my stats. 75% all around...HOLLA! 12 lbs 15 oz for weight (I may already weigh more than my cousin Haley)...23.5 inches....for length of my BODY people--geesh, you always have to go there. (although we think I'm longer b/c even though mom taught me..I forgot to hold my hands up over my head). Doc said I look great though and because I look so good they applauded me with 5 shots in my legs and one serving of liquid medicine for me to swallow. Awesome.

Alright..I leave you with just pics. My 2 month photo shoot (I'll post a reminder of the 1 month shot) -- and also, some pics from future posts...mom took me to a reunion she had with some college roommates and one of them had a little boy that is about 5 weeks older than me. Also, my shmappy Grandma Cereola and aunt KJ came for a quick visit on Monday into Tuesday and that was no less than amazing. --

until next time...G-z.