Who you callin' a punk?

I have a little soft spot right on top of my head. Apparently, it has a pulse. If one looks closely, especially when I'm eating, it throbs quite unnervingly.
Mommy and Daddy think a good name for a punk band would be, "Naomi and the Throbbing Soft Spots."
Mommy and Daddy have a twisted sense of humor.

A screech owl has nothing on me.

Cooing is kid's stuff! I've now graduated to screeching, squawking, shrieking, babbling and yelling. The 'rents react with statements like, "Oh, are you singing?" and "I didn't know you could yodel!" and "Who let that parrot in here?" Obviously, they envy my lung capacity.

Drool! Drool for everyone!

I guess I must be teething 'cause I'm soaking through about 5 or 6 bibs and/or blankets and/or entire outfits a day. Mommy and Daddy are spending a lot of time in the laundry room lately! My newest trick is attempting to stuff my entire fist into my gaping maw. I'm getting pretty good at it, as you can see.

What a gas

I'm a gassy little thing and can really toot up a storm once I get going. But of course timing is everything, and mine is exquisite. Last night, for example, Mommy was doing prayers with me and I let one rip right in the middle of the 23rd Psalm. Mommy was scandalized, but I'm sure God understands. When the pressure's on, a baby's gotta do what a baby's gotta do!

Happy Hurl-O-Ween

Yeah, I know that pagan holiday is long past, but I couldn't resist sharing this photo Mommy took of a display around the corner from us. Those crazy college students!

Germs! Germs for everyone!

I caught my second cold at daycare this week and promptly passed it along to Mommy. She talks so funny now! Daddy is still trying to shake the cough I gave him last month. My doctor says these colds and coughs are the first of many to come and will be a good thing in the long run. Mommy and Daddy sure hope so.

Antibodies! Antibodies for everyone!

My 4-month check-up

Well, I had another doctor's visit today. Turns out I weigh 13 pounds, 4 ounces and am 25 inches long. The doctor says I'm in the 50th percentile for weight, length and head circumference for little girls my age (four months), which makes me pretty much perfect! I didn't poop and pee all over the exam table this time, but I did cheese on the doctor just a little bit. Then the nurse came in and gave me an "oral vaccine" (tasty) and a shot in each thigh (nasty). I confess I cried a bit, and this afternoon I am sleepy and cranky. But tonight is Halloween so I'm looking forward to seeing all the pretty costumes!