Happy New Year! 2012 is going to be a great year. How do I know? Because I had a great ringing in of the new year! Mommy and Daddy took me to the New Year’s Eve party with them. Yeah, that’s right baby—I got to stay out until 1:30 in the morning! And, no surprise here, I didn’t fuss or cry at all (except for that 1 minute when I woke up in the dark by myself and had to call for Mommy to come get me, but that totally doesn’t count!)
We went to Brad and Mandy’s house again. Everyone brought their own pizza toppings, and Shannon made pizza dough for everybody (except Mommy—she had a plain baked potato—sorry, Mommy!). There were also lots of cookies and other treats. And, of course, games! We played Password (boring!), but we won, and What’s Yours Like (fun!), and Mommy almost won, but got beat out by Shannon in the bonus round, and Apples to Apples, which Daddy won (Go Team Niehaus!). I woke up just after the ball dropped to get a New Year’s kissy from Mommy and Daddy, then went back to sleep. We had to leave around 1:30 because Daddy got sicky (too much wine, perhaps, Pops?!).
P.S. Brad and Mandy, if you’re reading this, the vomit in the yard is NOT mine. Please see the above statement. However, I may possibly be responsible for the vomit on the new kitchen floor. Sorry.
(Watching the ball drop. This is Brad and Mandy’s family room–they just moved in and redid the entire room themselves. Doesn’t it look great?!)
The next day, we were supposed to eat pork, spaetzles, and sauerkraut, but Mommy and Daddy completely forgot. It’s ok though cause all the dishes are packed for the move anyway. Speaking of the move, boooo. The loan ladies are extremely inefficient. Mommy sent a nasty email. Go, Mommy! They still pushed the closing back to the 6th. Now I have to go another week with all of my new Christmas toys all packed up.
In other news, Mommy says I have officially spit up on every inch of the couch. If you’re a frequent visitor to our house, please disregard the previous statement.
So yeah, I’m still spitting up everywhere. But my poopies are getting a little better (oh, man, did I just type that? TMI, I know…). However, I’m one happy little boy! I can vocalize vowels (ooh & ahh) and consonants (goo goo gaa gaa). I can also wail “MOM” when she doesn’t respond to me in a timely fashion. I can also sign “more” when I want milk, but Mommy and Daddy don’t believe that’s what I’m really doing. Come on people, what do you think I’m doing?! I’m rolling and flailing everywhere. I can’t wait to start crawling and walking! I also ONLY want to sit up straight. I really like bathtime lately, cause I learned how to splash.
Are any of you guys football fans? I am!!! Isn’t it great?! I can sit and watch football for hours. I could do without the commercials though. Sit me up, give me some milk, and turn the football game on and I’m set for awhile! That’s right—happy boy!
Well, not much else going on this week. I have to go get some extra snuggles with Mommy now—she’s going back to work next week. 😦
More cute pics of me: (Sorry, we didn’t take many pictures this week.)
(This is the kind of pictures Daddy takes when he’s hittin’ the bottle.)