A visitor is coming

Mom got really excited last night just before bedtime. She kept repeating that Grandpa Ray was coming and talking about all the fun we'll have. Grandpa Ray has to come play with us because Wendy, who normally takes care of us, is having her own baby this weekend so she'll be busy.

I don't really understand why, because she already takes care of us two babies and Brooklyn, so she's already obviously good at it, but Mom says she'll be extra busy because new babies take more work. Since Eve and I were just new babies I guess she must be right.

I really like going to Wendy's to play, though, because she always smiles a lot at us, and calls us funny names, and Brooklyn, her daughter, plays with me a lot, even though she's a big girl who can walk already. I want to walk sometime; I practice standing all the time so I can get good at it, but Mom says I have a way to go before I'm allowed to do it.

Right now I'm getting better at rolling. Mom can't even leave me alone on the floor to go to the bathroom anymore. The moment I notice she's gone I make sure to roll an extra time so I'm off the blanket. I even got myself almost completely under the couch a couple times, but my head doesn't fit, so instead I just started crying. That'll show her to leave us alone. Of course, it does mean that we have to spend more time in the play pen, which is ok, but I'd rather be able to roll under the stuff in the living room. Eve, of course, doesn't mind either place; she mostly says put, which I don't understand. There's so much to explore, I want to touch and taste it all.

Mom is starting to get really funny lately. She and I will be playing and then she'll move her head away from me and just as I'm getting worried she comes back really quick. She always has her mouth and eyes wide open when she comes back and she looks so silly that I laugh at her. That makes her laugh, and her laughing makes me laugh, so we just laugh a lot at each other. She also roars at us, which at first was kinda scary, but then I noticed Eve thought it was funny, so I tried really hard not to be scared and it worked. Now I just laugh at Mom, too.

Daddy has started dancing with us, too, which I really like, because he moves around the room so I can see everything and try to touch it, though usually he doesn't let me, which I think is unfair. I heard Mom and Daddy talking about 'baby-proofing' the house. That sounds like they'll take away some of the fun stuff in the house. I'll have to talk to Eve about it.

Ok, it's time for my morning nap.