Day 8: I'm a Week Old!!

It's been a long week. There was Thanksgiving:

I got to sleep next to all the food.

Which was pretty exhausting so I had to take a nap on Mom with Levi.

But, OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, the BIG news:

 

I started OPENING MY EYES! OH MY GOD LOOK AT ALL THE STUFF THERE IS WHY DIDN'T ANYBODY TELL ME ABOUT ALL THIS STUFF??!?!?!?!?!?!!?

Mind. Blown.

I have a hard time focusing still, so Dad likes to stare at me so that I have something to focus on. It helps. We played that game last night.


 

Oh, and my Grampy came to visit me! 

Anyway, today we're going out to get my fist Christmas tree!!!! I'm not even sure what that is, but it sounds neat, and I get to wear my Santa PJs that Gran and Grampa got me. 

SOOooooooOoOoooOoooooo exciting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  :D

Bye!

Love,

Teddie

Day 3: I'm Home!! :)

I came home from the hospital today! It was like negative a millions degrees out, so mom had to dress me up like a polar bear.

 

So I discovered a new activity today: getting dressed!

I don't like it. Boooooooooooo, getting dressed!

Anyway, here I am getting in to the car

I got home and met my puppy! His name is Levi, and, possibly because he got to eat pieces of McDonald's Egg and Sausage McMuffin® and hamburger whenever he sniffed me and/or my clothes, he basically decided we'd be inseparable forever and ever and ever and ever.

Dad and Yiayia are going out to see "Day of the Doctor" in 3D at the movie theater tonight, so I'll be hanging out with mom and Little Yiayia (that's what I call my great-grandma) and Levi on the couch tonight.

It's nice here. 

Bye!!
-Teddie



Oooh, I almost forgot! The other night I had to have blood tests (blech), but I was SOOOOOO good and well-behaved that the nurses made me a special hat. Special hats are on my "yay!" list. But not getting dressed. Getting dressed is still terrible.

Day One

This was taken and made by my cool aunt Jessica

Hi!

Here's a funny story. Way back in April the doctor decided my due date would be November 22. Sometime along the way someone wrote November 23 in my charts, and so there was some confusion as to when I was to be born.

So as to ease that confusion, I decided to split the difference and start my entry into the human world just after 11 PM on the 22nd. I was born on the 23rd at 9:56 in the morning (after what seemed like an usual amount of yelling and gross sounds)*. Here's basically what I looked like at that point:

The outside world is much bigger and brighter than what I'm used to, so I still haven't really opened my eyes yet, but Mom and Dad have both seen them a little, and they're blue. For now.

Speaking of Mom and Dad, here's a picture of them with my YiaYia, who drove down to see me be born.

The rest of the day is kind of a blur. It's all been pretty exhausting for me so far, and I haven't really been able to do to much stuff yet (did I mention I haven't  gotten around to learning how to open my eyes and see stuff? People maybe don't realize how limited your options are when you can't see anything. Or walk. Or move around independently at all, for that matter. Ooh, but I did pass my hearing test, though! So there's that.) 

Basically I've been trying to nail down napping, eating, pooping, and sleeping, so really all I have right now is a bunch of pictures of that. Mostly of napping. So here they are! 

This is me and my cousin Cameron

This is me and my cousin Tyler

And here are a couple of me snuggling with Mom and Dad (which, so far, is the awesomest and most exciting thing I've ever done in my life). 

Bye!!  - Teddie

*Editor's Note: Childbirth, as it turns out, is great deal less like it appears on television and the majority of movies, as sort of a minimally uncomfortable series of groans and pangs and the doctor yelling "PUSH" once or twice, followed by the swift emergence of a nice, clean, pink little bundle of adorableness, and a great deal more like that one scene from "Prometheus".