News Flash: Feet discovered at ends of legs!

Stop the presses! I recently made an amazing discovery: There are feet at the end of my legs! Will the wonders never cease?

It was a great day. Dad had put me on the changing table to do something or another (he claims that I'd soiled my diaper but I never saw any proof...), and suddenly I saw these things flying around in the air above me. Naturally, I displayed my cat-like reflexes and grabbed ahold of them, only to discover that they were attached to the end of my legs!

I already knew that I had knees - I'd been grabbing them for awhile, and using them while I'm on my tummy to try to scoot around (no luck there yet). But now here's these things down below the knees?!? Well, I'm not one to argue, and as you can see from the picture, I'm not one to let go either. If those guys are available, I'm grabbing them! I think they might be what I'm standing on when I practice standing, but frankly, I'm not sure since I can't look down or else I lose my balance. Maybe they're useful for something other than just grabbing with my hands?

Yes, I have a thingy on my forehead

And no, it's not because my dad dropped me. (Not yet, anyway...)

I enterered the world with this nice one, though it was partially covered by my hair back then. Sadly, my hair fell out, so everybody's been staring at this for the last month or so. Anyway, it's called a strawberry hemangioma and it was getting bigger for the first couple months, but Mom & Dad think it's getting smaller now.

Dad thinks that the doctor said that it was going to keep getting smaller and should be gone by the end of the year or so, but he's not really sure because I was busy howling for food while the doctor was explaining that. (Doctor didn't stand a chance.) So he's not sure what she said, but you can believe that he's not going to leave the house without formula again anytime soon! (You can bet that neither Mom nor my Supernanny Carmen wouldn't have made that mistake...)

Identity Crisis

Dad seems to be a little confused about my name. So far, he has referred to me as:

- Matthew
- Matt
- Mattie
- Spud
- Spudley
- Flappy
- Squirmy
- Sir Poops-a-lot
- Stinky
- Stinky McStinkerson
- Mr. Stiffy (Stop it. That's when the bottle is interrupted. Arms and legs out. Arch Back. Bottle comes back. It's like magic.)
- Fish Boy
- Beefy
- Mr. Ed (when I'm stomping my one foot in my bouncy seat)
- Mattie-pan

Do you think he needs help or something?

Oh. And it's my four month birthday! Wondering why Dad calls me Beefy? 17 pounds, 26.5 inches. I'm Huge!