So, actually, Dorothy will be 6 months old tomorrow. But in the interest of consistency, I decided to keep Thursday & Friday as designated wedding days, and bump this post up a day. No one minds, right? 😉
Dottie. Dot. Baby Dot. Dotsky. Dottie-Bo-Bottie. Dots-Alot. R2-Dot2. Ninja Dot.
Clearly, no one around here knows my name.
I am Dorothy Jane McGowan, and tomorrow, I will be 6 months old. Judging from all the fuss that’s being made over me, that’s some sort of pretty big deal.
Me? I don’t really get it. It was a much bigger deal the day I ate apples & cherries all mixed together in the same bowl. MAN, that was a good day.
Anyway, about me. Mom said we have to tell everyone all about me. (Like you don’t already know… she’s constantly writing stuff on that glowy box, and I’m sure it’s all about me.) I really like to eat. Like, everything. Hunks of bread, cheese, tomatoes… pretty much whatever they’ll hand me. It’s good to be me. They rarely say “no”. I wonder how long this will be the case?
I’m learning all sorts of new ways to make the grown ups squeal. I roll around like a crazy person. I can escape from anything I’m not buckled into. I can army crawl. I can sit up all by myself. I can sing very loudly, no matter who’s trying to talk, just to remind them that I’m in the room and am very very important.
I love to have my picture taken. This didn’t use to be the case, but jeez… these people take a lot of pictures. Beat ’em or join ’em, right? So now I smile at the camera, and I talk to it, and I pretend we’re the best of friends. Every time I act this way, I get lots of kisses. Kisses are my favorite.
Did you know that I’m a great kisser? I am. I leave lots of slobber, and obviously, kisses are measured in slobber. So I win.
For all the hullabaloo that’s being made about my half-birthday, no one gave me any cake. I’ve been promised that cake will be involved when my real birthday, my whole birthday, comes around. But that’s in another 6 months… who wants to wait that long for cake?
So I didn’t get dessert, but I did get to play with Apples and Pumpkins for my pictures this month. I hope you like them. I like them. When Mom shows me on the glowy box, I giggle really big, because WOW, that’s ME! So cool.
You should leave me a comment. Because Mom will read them out loud to me later tonight, and I will laugh like I know what she’s saying, when really, all I hear is, “Everyone LOVES me!!”
That’s pretty much the jist… right?
My Nanny made me the sweater and the hat I wore in the apple pictures. They’re comfy and cozy and warm and they smell like my Nanny’s house, and I love them. My Nanny is the world’s greatest person. That’s a proven fact.
My great aunt bought me a wooden spoon at a craft fair, mostly because I grabbed it and put it in my mouth so then we HAVE to pay for it. Since then, it’s become my favorite thing in the world. Me and the spoon… we’re goin’ places.
Mom put this picture up on the glowy box to show you guys last week, and I felt famous. I like feeling famous. I also like eating apples.
Did I mention that I can stand up? I mean, I have to have something to hold on to, but I can totally do it.
Apparently, around this time of year, the Time of Dot’s Half-Birthday, you guys all worship big orange vegetables. That’s cool, I guess.
By the way, this isn’t my Halloween costume. Oh no. You can’t see that until Halloween. Just know, though, that my Bubbers and I both have epic costumes. EPIC.
Lastly, they stuck me, naked, in this big orange vegetable. Don’t ask me why. It was gross. I was not a fan.
Hey, you guys there in the glowy box? Thank you for caring about me for these last 6 months. Thank you sweet people who have sent me presents, even if you never met me. Thank you for your messages about how cute I am. Thank you for your prayers when I’m driving my Mom crazy. You people… out there in GlowyBoxLand… you’re the greatest people in the world.
Dotsky (my mom’s personal favorite name for me)