1983
And then there was 1983.
I still don't recall much about that year either.
Jan 1st was New Years Day, we can promise you that I didn't get hammered.
On Jan 2nd, I took my first smile at Mommy. Once again I go back to my idea that I may have had a present for her as well. You always have to share!
That must have been the case because then on the 6th God punished me with having "infant acne". It was okay though I got over it and turned 1 month old. Which then was followed by a dr's appointment on the 11th, They took my stats:
Weight: 10lbs
On Jan 12 I was lifting my head and looking around. Probably looking around for my next victim of "present sharing". Which must have gotten on my parents nerves because on the 16th, "Dorra" babysat. Whoever she is. Typical Infant Abandonism.
They must have sensed I was heading for trouble very early because on the 23rd they set me up for my christening. I guess I needed all the help I could get!
And then came February..
It didn't start off too good the first day of Feb I had my first cold. It was horrible, I had a runny nose, watery eyes, and a bad cough. It was pure hell, at least I think. I don't really remember that either. But I must have gotten over it cause it doesn't say "first ambulance ride" anywhere following that.
On the 11th, when I turned 2 months we had a huge snow storm. We had gotten 25 inches of snow. That's deeper than I was! Good thing my Mommy didn't drop me I'd be missing for a while.
Turns out on the 13th, I left my Daddy another "present" since it says I had my first laugh at Daddy.
The Next day was Valentines Day, my first, I didn't have a Valentine though, it's too heartbreaking I don't want to talk about it!
I went to the Dr's on the 16th, my Stats were:
Weight: 10lbs
On the 20th We all took a One Day Visit to my Grandparents in Minersville. I bet that was a real thrill. No, I don't remember it.
After that someone played a lovely game of "infant abandonisms", also known to others as "peek-a-boo" it was a really traumatic game, always fearing would I see my mommy or daddy again?
March!
I was 3 months old in March, my First food was applesauce. That stuff is always the best, especially if you add the right amount of cinnamon. Can't add too much though and it tastes nasty!
I wasn't too active in March, on the 14th I turned my head to sound. And on the 22nd I rolled from my Tummy to my Back. I was a real advanced creature now wasn't I?
April!!!! Spring is here!
And what comes with Spring? Easter! And so on the 2nd of April We went to Minersville, and then we went to Pottsville on Easter sunday. I must say going up north for any holiday was always a huge favorite of mine. Just being around family is awesome. I guess my excitement of that became too much to contain so on the 5th I began "baby talking" more often.
On the 11th I turned 4 months, and as always soon after that I was taken to the Dr's for another check up. I have no Stats this time though.
April of 83 was a freakish month, on the 18th My Mommy recorded that it was Sunny & Warm and people were mowing Laws but then on the 20th there was a Freak Snowstorm 1 1/2 inches of snow. But then the very next day on the 21st it was in the 60's! What the heck? Weather like that could get a poor cute little baby like myself sick!
But I was fine, infact fine enough to start sitting with my hands propping me. Weee!
May..
I turned 5 months old. I advanced a lot in May. But before all of that I took my first trip to Inner Harbor Maryland. I don't remember the trip but I'm sure I loved it.
On the 17th I discovered my toes, I bet they were yummy! Then on the 19th I learned to roll from my Back to my Tummy. I bet with that trick completely down I could entertain myself for hours and then throw up any applesauce! The next day on the 20th I was sitting alone better. Nice, parents were happy I was sitting ALONE! It goes back to that whole "infant abandonism" thing. But it's ok because on the 21st I began to become Mobile! I began to creep, cept I was going backwards, as long as I get there does it really matter what end is what? No I didn't think so.
On the 29th I found heaven, I had my first taste of ice cream at Dairy Queen. I shared my Daddy's vanilla cone and they said I loved it. I probably would have loved it more had they gotten me my own cone. But it's fine. Daddy shared with me and I'm sure I shared something later.
I also gave up Similac on the 30th and was introduced to Milk. I hope I took it a lot better then than I do now.
June!
June first I had my first word, it was Da-Da. It was good for me to begin to acknowledge my slaves, I mean parents. On the 3rd I was holding my bottle all by myself. I don't see why I had to do all the work though, I gotta hold the bottle & drink out of it. What next?! On the 5th we went to Gettysburg, nothing against that place, but I'm sure I did a lot of sleeping on that trip.
I turned 6 months on the 11th. Which as always was followed by a dr's appointment. With no Stats on that one.
July..
July was a little bit more of a active month than June was. On the 3rd we went to Little Buffalo State Park with our Neighbors Walt & Cathy. Went on my first row boat ride. That's great put a tiny baby in a big body of water, I bet that made me feel reaaal safe! After tht it was followed by more horrific water experiences, we went to my Uncle Dave's for picnicing & swimming on the 4th. On the 5th I started to say my favorite person's name, "Nan-Nan"
On the 11th I turned 7 months, and by the 12th I started creeping and half crawling. I hope this time it's in the right direction. On the 15th I enjoyed a fine game of Pat-a-cake. I'm sure I would have rathered cake though. On the 17th I began saying "mom-mom" You know acknowledging the slaves, um, Parents. On the 18th I began pulling myself up in the crib. Plotting my escape, Pt.1. Then on the 20th I was standing up in my crib. Plotting my escape, Pt.2.
August.
August was a very lazy month also. On the 1st, I was walking with help. By the 11th I was 8 months old. And on the 13th I gotten my first tooth. Painful little bugger too. Which the hell was to come again when I got my second tooth on the 17th.
September.
Nothing special happened, except I turned 9 months old.
October
I turned 10 months and on the 24th I was on the cup instead of the bottle.
November
I became more advanced on the 2nd, I was starting to Shaking my head, yes & no, and wave bye bye when I was ordered, um told to.
on the 11th I turned 11 months old. On the 13th we took a trip up to Pottsville to see Nana & Poppop.
On the 15th I was standing alone, all alone. All by my lonesome self. *Cries*
On the 19th I walked ALONE, but to my Daddy. On the 23rd I climbed the stairs for the first time at Grandma's house. Thanksgiving was the following day. The turkey must have gotten revenge on me for eating him cause on the 28th I had gotten sick for the first time with the 24 hour flu. I'm guessing it only lasted 24 hours.
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