Crib Time

Seems to be an extreme version of playpen time. After I have needled mom to the point of madness, she sometimes puts me in the playpen, and says "Mommy needs a few minutes of not worrying about you". After about ten minutes, when I see that she has checked her email and renewed her library books on-line, I start to moan. Not cry - that would be too obvious. What I do is a sort of low-pitched keening. Have you ever seen Ace Ventura? When he says "want to hear the most annoying sound in the world?" It's THAT noise. And it's a doozy! I think tonight it drove mom to drink. And to put me in "Crib Time" - which is the same as Playpen, except in another room...She's wise to me!!!

A distubing development

It seems as though the household pet, Canis familiaris, has developed an aversion to me. Perhaps it's my single-minded determination to pinch her ears and pull her hair. To be fair, I wasn't always like this - before I could actually move around the living room, I was content to have her sniff my bottom and lick my face. It seems like since I started dragging myself around the room, she has wanted to be away from me more and more. First she'll go and sit by Mother (as if that will protect her!) and when I start to head in that direction, she high-tails it into my parent's bedroom - way too far for me to follow...yet.

I am not drinking that last g-d bottle anymore!

Try as she might, mother will no longer succeed in feeding me a last bottle before bedtime. I have far too many other concerns - including, but not limited to; what is the dog barking at? What are those shadows that dance across the ceiling? Why aren't ALL my toys out on the floor? Doesn't she realize I might want ALL of them in the last 15 minutes before I go to sleep?
For a former nanny, my mom can be a real amatuer.
And by the way, am I the only infant that got messed up with daylight savings time?