Avery’s first blog

My parents seem to be pretty obsessed with this “blog” thing, and I figured I am genetically destined to give it a shot, so here goes.

Hi, my name is Avery. I have been alive for about 36 hours now. I’m feeling like I’m pretty experienced at life. It doesn’t seem so tough…but man is the world big. First there was this place I was born. It was so bright; everybody wore the same thing, and they all kept talking about Boston and the Red Sox (go Sox) even though my mom kept chattering and telling them she was really cold. Ha! SHE was cold? I was naked for like the first two or three hours I was born…they put me under a heat lamp. C’mon guys, ever heard of cashmere? 

So in the bright room I got to meet my dad for the first time (he is the one who is always smiling reeeeeally big when he looks at me), but only for a second. He came with me though when they did a million tests and cleaned me up. He didn’t seem happy about that shot they gave me, which, quite frankly, I wasn’t thrilled with either. But that was just a short interruption to him smiling at me and talking to me; I’ve heard his voice a lot over the past 9+ months. I think I’m gonna like him.

Then I finally got to meet my mom. It looked like she’d had a pretty long day. Maybe she had a lot of errands to run or something before I came. But she also means I got to try out what I now know is my favorite pasttime – EATING! She seemed a little nervous at first, but I knew exactly what to do, so I just went to town. Trust me, I’ve listened to her talk about food for months…it’s about time I got my first meal.

So me and mom and dad hung out for a while. And I picked up my new rhythm…eat, gaze, sleep, eat gaze sleep, REPEAT. In between, I get to do some cool stuff. Mostly keep up with my social calendar. I met lots of people and it took me a while but I figured out who they were. They all stare at me, and they oooh and aaah (pretty low maintenance crowd, all I have to do is stick my tongue out and they go nuts), and then when I do something, no matter how mundane, they whip out their cameras and all start shooting. I should have known they’d show up, it’s the paparazzi. 

Mom and dad always say how I’m so good. Mom says she doesn’t think I’m real, and she feels like I’m too easy because I am happy to just eat and sleep and don’t need to cry a lot. I got so sick of hearing her say that, so last night I decided to show mom and dad that their little girl has some serious pipes. I think they were pretty surprised. Just trying to make them proud. 

Other highlights included meeting the pediatrician. Something about that guy just rubbed me the wrong way. I’d had lots of gunk in my tummy for almost 24 hours at that point; various mucus and other stuff I’d swallowed before I came out of mom’s tummy. So I thought it might be important for him to see that. And see it he did, all over his blue outfit. Everyone got all fussy about it; umm, hello. It was a physical exam. I was just trying to help him get a closer look.

So what do I have on my agenda today? I plan on starting with a delicious breakfast in just a few minutes. People have observed that I looooove to suck on anything; those little plastic things, my fingers (the one on the end is delicious), and even my shirt, but when mom feeds me, that pretty much trumps them all. Hey, I have a busy day planned, I need my strength. 

Other than that, mom and dad need to practice swaddling me. It is so cute to watch them try, but they’re just not quite there yet. I hope to see some of those paparazzi people again because they’re actually pretty nice to me. And besides that, my calendar is pretty open. So anyways, this was fun. I’ll try it again sometime, but I’ve gotta run right now. Breakfast is served.