9/28/1997

The Willie Sol Zone

What a fun filled, action packed week I had. Mommie's friend Erica came to visit, and brought me lots of neat toys and clothes and stuff. We went to the Space Needle, and I got to go up the elevator. Uncle Danny Berman came for Shabbat dinner, and we hit it off famously.
The other thing that was going on was the new roof. People were banging on the house all day for 4 days, but it was finally done, and now I can get some sleep during the day again. You would think that Papa and Mommie would leave town the week the roof was getting torn off so I wouldn't be so distracted and potentially agitated. Besides, I liked that old roof. I was born with that old roof. I want my old roof back! Wahhhhh! $5 more to the therapy fund, Papa.

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I now get to sit where the action is...on the countertop. Papa had the nerve to give me a rubber scraper, without any batter on it. I'll get him for this.

Maybe I will hit him with one of my famous fountains...just when he least suspects it.

Here is my friend Erica trying to distract me so she can get a turn in my jump up seat.

We compared haircuts. I think mine is cuter, but her's feels more spikey.

Sometimes we have to take naps during out long days of fun and adventure.

This is my new hat Erica brought me. It has 3 tassles. Later, I'm gonna chew on those tassles...

...They would taste better than this hamburger thing. Get it out of my face. I'm a milk fed cutie, not a beef-by-products fed cutie.

Here is Uncle Danny. We made lots of faces at each other. He's funny.

Here's those guys that kept me up for 4 days, and, sniff, sniff, THE OLD ROOF. Wahhhhh! I want my old roof back.

New roof.

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9/21/1997

The Willie Sol Zone

It's official-- I am a child laborer. I worked for one half hour for the Bon Marché (but they'll pay me for a whole hour). They put me in a velveteen outfit and took pictures of me. It was kind of like the way Papa harrasses me with the video camera all the time. I had to turn down a tryout for another commercial though because they are shooting on Rosh Hashana, and we have to go to shul. Oh well, Buick can wait.
After the Bon shoot, I went downtown and did lunch with Mommie. I offered to pick up the tab, but she said she had buttons that day, and not tabs. Life with Papa during the week has been fine. I eat. We walk. We swing and jump. We fly. Papa claims that I have not grown since I came home from the hospital, but I hardly fit into my Snuggli any more. That's probably why I am singing (screaming?) more. Growing pains dontcha know.

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I am quickly becoming an expert in the field of Thumb Sucking.

Here I am teaching my Auntie Laurie how to suck her thumb. Her technique needs some work though.

When I'm not sucking my thumb...

...I'm eating the Hangaroos, and let me tell you--Good eatin', them!

Hee hee, I made a funny.

This is one of my favorite places to sleep.

The only problem is he gets a little squirrelly. 5 more dollars in my therapy fund, Papa. Your silly faces are obviously leaving emotional scars upon my fragile psyche.

You remember Max from weeks ago? Here he is again with his Mommie, Eddie.

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9/14/1997

The Willie Sol Zone

Hoo-ahh, what a week. Monday, me and Papa went swimming with our friends, Ellen and Marcus. I liked the swimming, but all Papa let me do was float. I wanted to play some water basketball, but he said "no dice." This week I started propelling myself backwards by pushing off stuff with my legs. The first thing I propelled off was Mommie's head. I also finally got hold of Mommie's glasses and drooled all over them.
Papa finally put insulation below my room in the garage ceiling so maybe my room won't be so cold this winter. I'll believe it when I see it. In the mean time, I still get swaddled tight every night, and I am sleeping a little longer all the time. It won't be long before I am sleeping all night long (to Mommie's relief).

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People have been wondering what me and Papa do all day. Well, for those inquiring minds...

...the answer is we just sit around and drink and burp.

Just to prove that I am not the only one who is interested in chewing on this tasty worm, here is photographic proof of just how tasty the worm is to somebody else.

I've been doing lots of standing around lately.

The problem is that nobody ever goes where I want to go (which is outside to play in the mud, if you really must know).

This is my friend Trilby. I got to play with her kitty, Birdie.

Here is a fine picture in my cute overalls. I found out why they call the front of overalls a bib--because I drool all over them!

Me and Mommie went over to our friend Jill's house on Saturday and helped paint. I was so tired when I got home that I just slept in my carseat for 2 hours.

Bathtime! And rubber duckies really do make bathtime fun!

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9/7/1997

The Willie Sol Zone

For being such a short week, it was a long week. We had the Labor day holiday, and then, in the spirit of Labor day, Mommie went back to work full time. Me and Papa had lots of fun in the Johnny jump up and the swing, and we went on walks and chased cars. I didn't catch one because I don't have teeth yet. I drool alot, but that just makes me more slippery, and the cars get away.
Big news. I'm singing! Mostly it is alot of oooo-ooo-aaaaah-oooooh and scales. Mommie sings along but Papa insists on trying to widen my repertoire with Rock n roll and Blues. Gives me a headache just thinking about it. That's a technical term used by babies like me. Okay, on with the pix.
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Me and Mommie hanging out in front yard. Then Papa came and took me away so...

...I pooped in his lap.

We also have fun indoors.

We fly this way...

...and that way.

This flying makes me dizzy, and tired.

Nap time again. See you when I wake up.

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