Enough About Everybody Else - What's New With Me?

We are having some beautiful weather here on the Mediterranean and I have been taking full advantage by jumping in my Yaya's swimming pool whenever any of my coward relatives are willing to brave the refreshing water temperatures and indulge my whims. The other day, I even took advantage of the restorative powers of a fresh dip to end a brief drought in the kaka department. Yes, it's true - I unburdened myself of my last few meals in the deep end of the pool and The Force was with me as the density was sufficient so that everything sunk without a trace and the Russian neighbor girls remained blissfully unaware of my faux pas. As I am finding out with everything I do, it was NO BIG DEAL in the end. Of course that doesn't mean that I don't get to throw about twenty wobblies a day when I don't get my way, but those are not actually as heartfelt as I make them out to be. I just like to see things done in a prompt, efficient manner and have no patience for people's failure to execute. As for my own execution, I have begun walking like a champ - mostly from one person to another or across the living room from one chair to the next to keep the peanut gallery happy, but I sometimes walk for many blocks with single-digit assistance from my mommy or my daddy. I recognize my regular haunts now - a few of my favorite cafes, the salon where my mommy gets her toes done and I get my hair cut, my preferred baby dress boutique - and like to surprise myself by coming across them when I'm out walking around. Que mas? Que mas? I went to see The Sinister Doctor Puy the other day and he was as abusive as ever: tapping me with his hammer, looking inside my ears, eyes and nose and doing all of the other stuff that I normally get to do to other people. He also measured and weighed me and we found out that I am in the 1% tallest of babies but that my shortcoming - if you'll forgive the pun - is in the weight department, where I am down in the 87th percentile. But he's cool with that and all it means is that I am a tall, skinny mama "por naturaleza." I don't look all chubby like a normal baby, but I am not an anorexic supermodel, either; I am proportioned more like a midget than a dwarf, which is nice for now. I also have a whole bunch of new teeth which are bugging the hell out of me and may have something to do with my recent erratic sleeping patterns. The good news is that I enjoy crib life and treat it more like a play-pen than a sleeping area and, provided that it's well-stocked with friends like Señorita Ovejita and Blue Doll and a few of my mommy's necklaces, I entertain myself pretty well there. I have a few words in my vocab: abua (the gutteral sounds are still not me) for any liquids; mmmmmmammmmma for Mommy; dadadada for my father to come and bail me out of my crib; yaya for my grandma, etc. I understand many more words: pendientes, shoes, watch, orejas, nose and after my recent trauma in the doctor's office, vacuna. I understand Spanish quite well because my yaya is very patient with me and talks to me a lot, but my daddy's language is a bit more confusing to me. Overall, I am in a very big Mommy phase these days and get very upset whenever she leaves the room - not like I'm a baby or anything, I just like having her around and I pull myself together pretty quickly in her absence. I also love Tia Inma more than any of my toys and go very crazy when she is around. Maybe when I learn how to talk a bit better I will be able to explain this phenomenon. Now that summer is here, I live to be outside, which is why I am looking very forward to a rumored visit to my other country, the USA, sometime later in the summer. That's all for now!