Wow. I can't believe it's been 20 days since I last blogged.
I just came back from my 4th swimming lesson since I entered my new life as a Roberto.
The past 3 weeks have been hectic.
My Dad read somewhere that kids, heck, babies today live lives of such complexity. My parents are reading a hundred and one books on how to turn me into a genius, a rock star, a mathematician, an Olympic swimmer and clown (they like it when I make them laugh) all at the same time.
Such are the pressures of living in the new world.
Come on.
I just turned 9 months old last September 17.
My Daddy and Mama actually made a big deal out of it by throwing an impromptu party at the office. (Yes, I've made quite a number of new friends who are much bigger and older than I am. They talk weird and try to make weird faces at me, but I don't bite into any of that. I'm too over that already.)
But it was very sweet of them to celebrate my 9th month.
Talk is in the air about my dedication and my 1st birthday. I hope I get some nice gifts. I wouldn't mind getting something that I could really sink my teeth into. My Daddy keeps on complaining when I bite him on the shoulder. I can't help it. My teeth are trying to bust out of my gums and it feels good when I can just rub and bite my teeth against some rubber or cloth covered fleshly limb.
Once, I bit my Daddy on the chest. He shouted in surprise and I guess, in much pain. He said I bit his man nipple and it stung like a blunt needle forced into a vein.
Ouch. That must have hurt.
Sorry Dad.
Well, that's about it. I have lots and lots of pictures to share. My Dad is very busy. I can tell by the mess on his desk. But it's nice also to know that he isn't bothered by the growing mound of paper on his desk surrounding his laptop. He's very game about playing train or choo choo with me. Mama spends about 100 hours a day just kissing my cheeks which she says looks like siopao. Whatever that is. I'm just a Cerelac kind of guy. And isn't Siopao made in China?
Watch out for that stuff. I overhead it in the news. Melamine in your milk is a drag.
'Till the next blog.
