1st Day of School/Day Care

So, parents are being selfish and dropping me off with some strangers while they got to work a few days a week. So, Monday thru Wednesday. I hang out with 8 other babies and a few adults. Mom was crying when she left me so I got a lil nervous about this place. Not too bad though. They got some cool rocking chairs, mats with things to look at, and they always feed me when I want. Them other babies are odd tho. There are a few cool ones, but there is this one that's always crying. He needs some prozac in the milk. There are some cute honeys there too though. She a bit taller and older than me, I think she's triple my age. I'm the youngest one there by far, and think I'ma stay here for a while. I get a lil bored so sleep most the day, but it's cool to see other people my same size. Yes, they are all older, be we are about the same size. Thurs & Fri I chill with the Gramps and get the attention all day. I like that better. Oh. Cartoons is on, gotta run!

Los Doyers

Went to my first Dodgers game and didn't get shanked! I heard bad things about the crowd, but I think they all got scared of me sportin this beanie. Parents drove me, but brought along the gramps. I got them Gramps wrapped around my finger. They just hold me and sing random things to me. I might be learning Chinese soon because of them. That and with Ni Hao Kai-Lan. Los Doyers kicked St. Louis's booty all over the place. I like it there. So much to hear and smell. Momma get garlic fries and made me wish I had teeth. We left after I stretched in the 7th cuz they say the drive back gets bad. I don't know why, just go to sleep like me and you are there.

San Diego

Went on my first trip to SD. Lots of things to look at around here. I got pushed all day in Seaport Village, Gaslamp District, Carlsbad Outlets, and at the Welk in Escondido. I hung out with them parents, my homey Brandon, and their parents. Pop bought me a wooden personalized golf club, but I have no grip yet, so it just sits there. Most of the time in the resort, these parents just propped me up on the couch so I could watch Sportscenter and I Love You Man. I'm starting to enjoy this TV more and more. I don't know what's going on, but I can stare at them cool colors. That is if the ceiling fan isn't running, or else I'm staring at that all day.

Big Smiles

I am getting some control over my emotions now. Well, more control. I am pretty good at telling people that I don't have everything I want at the current moment with big cry, but now I think they can tell when I am happy. I like to smile and shake a lot, especially when I see my UCLA mobile playing. My friends Uncle Kenny & Auntie Vanessa came to take pics of me at home and I was happy to see them and smiled all a round. Take a look at my cute self at kennyphanphotography.com

This weekend the parents wanna take me and my lil buddy Brandon to San Diego. Brandon is my BFF and is 5 days older than me. We met in Lamaze class, but we were still in our mom's bellies. We both escaped and been hanging out since. I don't know what both of our parents are thinking when they take us out. They take me here and there, but if they really wanted to take me somewhere cool, I'd say take me to Lowe's or Home Depot, even Lamps Plus. When I am out, I like to stare at the ceilings at the lights and fans. Those places are full of them, I'd smile for hours. Good thing I don't flail my arms when I do it, or daddy might think I'm autistic, but he keeps on checking my eye contact and stuff. Crazy psychologist.

San Diego should be cool though. If nothing else, it isn't as hot as here in LA, and I won't have as much sweat in my neck rolls for a couple days. Plus, I can hang out with Brandon. It's fun when we both cry at the same time, it's like surround sound in a horror movie.

Oh, one thing. I saw an episode of Mythbusters and wanted to try my own thing. I heard that all fat kids like cake. I'm fat, and I like cake. I sucked a bit of frosting off my dad's finger when he was eating some at Brandon's baptism, Yum! Wish I could get some more!

What's up, I'm Ryan

Hey, I'm Ryan. I was born 2 months ago and my life is awesome. So I figured I'd blog about it and give props to the other 2 month olds here. Class of 2027 in the house!

I became a sparkle in the eye of my Dad at a UCLA football game when he saw little kids dressed up in gear. Girls rocking the kiddie cheerleader outfits and the boys with the kiddie jerseys. That's when he wanted to make me. Might have been all the tailgating as well. Mom and dad played with some birds or bees or something that night and I was made.

I started kinda ugly. Looked like a lil circle at first smaller than the tip of a pin too, then started to look like a slug, weeks passed by and i kinda got alien and gremlin looking, then eventually I grew to the good looking dude that I am and felt like I had enough and wanted out. It was a long 10 months in there. Every week that passed it seemed like my square footage would decrease. I'd try to kick the walls down, but nothing really changed. Eventually I felt it was time to ditch the place. Mom started walking alot and I couldn't take it, so one day while she was walking to the donut store, I broke the wall down and the slip n slide was ready. Of course, knowing that mom lady, she kept on walking to the donut store first and got her snack.

Mom thought I was a pain in the abdomen, so she got some pain killer shot in her back. I didn't want that, so I acted up and they obliged and cut me an escape door to free myself through. Sucks for her, but I'm happy.

I kinda miss my old place though. I came out into this world and now everyone was touching me, putting things in my nose and mouth, washing me, poking me, and wrapping me in blankets. Weak! I also have to eat by sucking a bottle, where before I just ate without any work, food went straight into my belly.

I'm used to this place now though. These parents of mine sleep too long though, they like to sleep maybe 6-7 hours in a row if I'd let them, but I don't. I don't want them to get lazy. I'll give them 3 if they're lucky.

My parents might be anorexic I think. They only eat 3, maybe 4 times a day. I don't get it. I need to eat every 2 hours, sometimes less. I don't know how they get by on so little and not cry. I have to shout and cry at them so they don't let me starve. Same with my diaper. They never notice unless I cry and shout at them or try to pee or poo so hard that it's noticable. Yes, I've pooped though many outfits and blankets. It's fun.

The worst was a couple days ago. I went to the doctor. They poked me with a few needles, but I made sure there was no mercury in them. Nonetheless, they hurt. Oh well. They also said I was "healthy" which is doctor code for "fatty". I came out 6 lbs 12 oz, and now I'm over 13 lbs. yea, I doubled. I'm in the 75th percentile for "healthiness". Momma got some "healthy" milk in her.

Today not much is new. I went to a photo shoot today and this lady tried to make me smile. I don't smile for strangers. I pooped for her though, she better be content with that. Today was one of my best poo's. I did it so hard that it was literally in my belly button. I don't know they physics behind it, but I did it and am proud. I made momma wash me cuz of it. Straight from the changing table to the sink. Oh, I like being washed. Sometimes I cry for no reason, just to keep my parents on their toes, but I am a sucker for the shower. I can't cry in there, just feels way too good. Anyway, I think I wanna cry now. I just ate an hour and a half ago and still can wait another 30 minutes, but mom and dad are eating dinner, so about time for me to mess with them.

Talk to ya later. Thanks for stopping by. I'll let you know what goes on here and there. Keep checkin back. Laterz.