Life is good!

So I just wanted to let all my fans out there know that I am doing much better these days.  I am so much happier cuz my tummy doesn't hurt as bad. Mom gives me this wack medicine every morning that taste like strawberry,  and even though I occasionally blow chunks it doesn't make me (or mom) cry.  I am starting to explore my crazy little world; I can reach for things that look really interesting, and I can track objects with my eyes. I love to practice standing up when M&D hold me and I can basically hold my head up on my own (except for on occasional wobble). I have decided my favorite color is red. Oh, and I figured out I can get my way if I pout or head butt mom in the face.  Dad keeps trying to give me a bottle, and as much as I scream and gag, he doesn't give up. Seriously Dad, I only do the real thing! 

Ok, back to playtime. Thanks for checking in on me!

Peace out

BFT

Daily update from my bouncy chair...

So today my mom told me that she quit her job and was going to stay home with me every day! Now maybe she will stop crying all the time! I am so relieved because I was a little nervous about going to daycare, even though I know I could totally handle it. But now I get to chill out with ma, get lots of cuddles and mommy smooches, and not have to worry about getting some crazy virus from the other little babies. Today is a very important day because I know she had a very big decision to make, but I sure am glad she chose me. I would also like to send a shout out to my daddy for supporting her and working hard to bring in the dough. I know I am worth it! Love you M &D! 

On a side note,  I am taking a medicine for acid reflux, mom is now convinced that is what is wrong because I cry when I spit up. I now have the hiccups so I gotta go.

Peace out, 

BFT

Do you want a piece of me?

So I'm feeling a little foul today...seems the Dr. that sees me and his nurses can't keep their stories straight. My crying, my screaming, my general kvetching may not be acid reflux after all. I think the nurse who diagnosed me with that must have gone to Taco Bell or something the day before and was feeling a little off herself. And speaking of that nurse, she better learn to back off with that thermometer, or she's going to taste my little fists of fury. Typically I love being held, I mean who doesn't love a little hugging, but lately that isn't even doing it. And if I don't like the way you're holding me you may be in line for a little baby headbutting. At least nursing seems to be going better; although I'm having a little trouble taking the bottle - must not have enough Irish in me. Told you I'm feeling feisty today, so don't be surprised if you are introduced to my left size zero as I drop a lightning quick roundhouse kick on you... Anyway, I'm sure I'll be feeling better in no time, so don't be scared off too much by my ranting. Just make sure you tread carefully when around me if you see me in the next couple of days (I'm looking at you Mommy - see accompanying vid for evidence).
Later-
Colicky Ben

Watch me roll over!

Chillin' in my swing and my pants are too big