So there goes the Oh-9! I stayed up a lil to watch some TV and play Wii with the parents and grandparents. I kick butt in Table Tennis on Wii Sports Resort. I saw Ryan Seacrest (dope name) and Dick Clark in cold NY. Dick Clark kinda sounds like me when I try to talk. I kinda kinked out early. Like my parents, I drank too many bottles last night. Anyway, what a year it was, and I was only here for 1/2 of it! Reflecting back on the year, it was pretty rough. I'm sure I had it worse than most of you that are reading this. First, this summer, I became a cell. Next thing I know, I broke in half, then again, and again, and again, zygoting my way for weeks until I became a slug looking thing. How'd you like to keep being broken and divided only to look like a slug? Yea, thought so. But I was a slug in a nice cosy room, but man, I grew fast. Lots of you say you put on weight, but I grew exponentially. You may have gained a pants size up, but I grew so fast that my big cosy area was snugger than a prison cell on Rikers Island. I thought I had it bad then when I was all cramped up in my nice womb, but little did I know that was the good life. Next thing I know, I see this light at the end of the tunnel. I know, I know, you aren't supposed to go to the light, that means death, right? But I felt like I was being pushed towards it. I tried to fight it as best as I could, and actually managed to not get to it. I'm a pretty strong dude. But that did no good, as someone cut open an escape hatch in my womb and just yanked me out toward the light. Sucks. Bright, loud, freezing cold, and to top it off, they cut off my food supply. Weak. I know it's the recession and all with people gettin foreclosed on and evicted, with no job to pay for food, but dude, I'm a baby, have some consideration. I got evicted quick!
So, that all was during the summer. Life got better from then on. Got lots of people who are into me and like to hold me when they see me. My parents love me, but are quick to give me up when someone else wants to hold me. What's that all about? I have lots of auntees and uncles, who although look nothing like me (i think they are just friends of my parentals), buy me gifts, so I smile and wink back at them.
This year was also my big break. I had a photo shoot done by Kenny Phan. He's one of my girlfriends dad's. You probably seen the pics, I'm kinda facebook famous now. Speaking of which, I'm good with electronics. I play Mafia Wars now, log on to FB to upload my new pics, and write these here blogs. I also am pretty handy with the remotes and cell phones. Just make sure to dry them off when I give them back to you.
I said one of my girlfriends before. See, I'm not a player, I just got too big of a heart for any one person to hold. I have to share it with as many as possible. I don't want to be selfish, so I give hugs and smiles to everyone. I've become kind of a flirt this year. I like to stare down people until they smile. I'll stare you down for 5-10 minutes, you'll crack, trust me.
My food has goes through changes a lot this year. One of my resolutions is for a more consistent diet for 2010. In the 0h-9 I started with Amniotic Fluid for about 9 months. I don't recommend it, as it's kinda bland, but when you got no other choices, just make the best of it. Started with the boob milk, but that didn't last too long. It was in short supply. Next up to the Enfamil. That got me through most of the 1/2 year. And lately these jars of creamy mush. They call it vegetable chicken dinner or banana/mango oatmeal, or just simple veggies/fruits, but it really is just bland colored mush, but better than my typical bottle.
My sleep habits are good now. I used to be quite the insomniac, waking up every 2 hours. But now I can sleep about 10 hours at a shot. One thing I'm trying to do though is quit this puking. I puke all the time. It' doesn't hurt or bug me, but can be quite messy and unannounced. I even puked once right on my mom's face. Yea. Right on her eye and it flowed down to her nose and mouth. Sucks for her, but don't play with me too much after I suck down 6 ounces of Enfamil.
I'm a student, and on the 18 year plan to graduate. My school now is cake, I hope it's not the special class. All I do is eat, sleep, play with balls and on the floor, and take a stroll in a plastic car around the school. We get story time and singing and clapping. Sounds easy, right? But I haven't seen a short bus, so I think I'm cool.
Other achievements for this past year. I can sit up by myself now. Yea, sometimes I smile or laugh to hard and fall back down though. I'm not great with the balance year. I can crawl, but not forward. I either go backwards, or just end up spinning in circles. I have a big belly, and hard to get off the floor sometimes, also crawling using you face has proved ineffective. I make sounds now, nothing much, sounds like mumbles and high pitch squeals, but its progress for me. I can grab things well. Everything I grab goes right in my mouth too. So I got great hand-mouth coordination. My favorite things are mom's hair and necklaces, and remote controls & cell phones.
So, what big plans do I got in store for 2010 you ask? If you haven't asked, you may do so now because I'm gonna tell you anyway. First, I really need to get this crawling forward down. I see a remote control right in front of me a couple inches, I try to crawl toward it and now I'm 4 feet from it. It's frustrating, let me tell you! I also want to be able to walk. I think I can do that this year. Seems so efficient and fast. But gotta crawl before you walk, right?
I really want to pop these front teeth out. I'm drooling like my dad when he looks at my mom in her bathing suit. Slobber is all down my chin and my gums are swelling, but these things stay hidden.
Finally, I want to be able to talk. I have so much to say, and while I got mad typing skills, I wanna vocalize my wants and needs. Parents are ignoring my crying, they think I cry wolf too much, since I stop crying as soon as they pick me up. I gotta be able to tell them when I'm hungry, when I'm tired, when I wanna watch Yo Gabba Gabba, or when I pooped my pants.
So cheers to you for reading my 1/2 year's worth of blog. I got big plans as you see for Twenty10, and hope you do to.
Peace out!
-Ry
