Would my REAL Mom please stand up

Okay, so I have a new mom. Wellllll..not a NEW mom but what my real mom and dad call my Robotic mom. Here's what happened. About two weeks ago mom took me to my new friend Spencer's house for a meal drop off and a quick visit. While there I ate, let mom change my dipe-dipe, hung on the floor and diligently watched the news, did some 'running man' in the air, and then I wanted to take a nap - but was having a hard time getting comfortable. Joy (Spencer's mom) suggested mom put me in the swing. I could FEEL mom roll her eyes and heard the chuckle under her breath as she immediately thought to herself. "This kid hates swings and hates bouncy seats no matter how fast they rock or how much they vibrate." BUT, mom complied with the suggestion as to not seem rude and placed me in that swing and turned the switch to high. Right as I was about to let out my preemptive sheep noise "baaaaaaaaah" to let mom know she had about 20 seconds to remove me from the awful contraption, I realized that something was different - not different in a bad way but different in an OH SO GOOD, rock me all night long kind of way. This swing didn't go front to back like the one mom had for me at home, but this fine piece of machinery rocked me side to side to simulate real life rocking, all while bears moved in a circular motion above my head and sweet sounds of music played to a tune I enjoyed. I was captivated. I watched the bears for about 15 minutes and without a sheep to be counted I just fell asleep until it was time to leave.

As mom watched in amazement she immediately inquired as to where to buy such a contraption and I'm pretty sure I heard her say her limit was $1,000.00 (don't tell dad) that she would be willing to spend on such an item. She collected some babies-r-us coupons, which had expired, but then got the great idea to call a friend with two older children and see if by chance she had this little piece of heaven. Thankfully her friend came through and not only did she have one but kindly let us borrow to see if this was a one time fling or a true love. Here's the best part. If you've ever checked out mom's registry on babies-r-us, you'll notice that for any "equipment" that was needed (bouncy seats, swing, pack n' play, etc), all the items were requested in neutral colors as to not detract from the furniture in her home. Mom registered NOT with me in mind but with her decor in mind and now she pays the price. Well, this swing that arrived at the house late last week is the complete opposite. It's fairly large (Daisy and I practically share space now), has bright colors of teal, blue, orange, and greens, and carries a somewhat obnoxious but OH so entertaining to me aquarium theme. Little fishes swim over my head as lights flash off and on to give me the feeling I'm on a dance floor....or, in the ocean. It can swing me either way but we all know I love the right to left and left to right, and plays these tunes that only a trained ear could enjoy.

So, I love the swing--that's the good news. The bad news??? I love the swing. I hear this quite often, "Gray, let me just put you in here for ONE second while I....(fill in the blank)" -- Yea, one second my behind. She might as well say, "Gray, I'm just gonna stick you here for one minute while I quickly paint the house...both interior and exterior..two coats...and prime it." Alright, alright, so it's not that bad but I did hear dad say the other night, "If we could just get this swing to learn how to change a diaper..." Oh robotic mom, how I love thee (and mom may love thee more).

Can I mention here too that on June 1, 2009 I rolled over for the first (and second) time in my life. No assistance from mom---just tuck the arm and kick till I flip. Piece of cake. I'm working on walking now---why crawl when you can walk??? Also, this just in--sometimes I cry real tears. I try to do that each time I cry b/c then mom REALLY feels bad for what she's done but they only come out occasionally. I'm still working on how I can control those things.

I close with some cute shots. Here are some things I would like you to think about as you look --

1. Am I getting dad's baby chin? Please lie to me.

2. Am I getting my uncle Jason's ears? Please lie to me.

3. Yes, I am a big boy and I now sit in big boy chairs to write my blogs (second picture down). Please note I still write neked.

4. One picture with my Aunt Chris. This was me getting ready for my first pool experience. I believe mom has some footage from that and if we can figure out how to get it on the computer we will post. The girls were staring...that's all I will say about that.

5. The last picture mom just said, "do the same pose you did for your 20 week ultrasound photo" -- Not bad if I do say so myself. (see post before I was born entitled "eviction notice" for actual 20 week ultrasound photo).