The whole world smiles with me?
I have heard the saying that when I smile the whole world smiles with me. Let us see if that is really true. . .
Finnegan Wilde
The continuing exploits of Mr. Finnegan as he conquers the world with his cuteness.
Archive for August, 2009
Entertaining visiters on my week-birthday
Today I achieved a milestone: 7 days in the open air. At 2:57pm I was greeted with a rousing rendition of “Happy Birthday” sung with great feeling by my beloved parents.
Today was also my first attempt at receiving visitors in my new home. My mother’s parents, to be known as “Nana” and “Papa” henceforth, arrived in the early afternoon bringing gifts of food and much appreciated attention.
Although preparations for the visit were extensive, I managed to keep my composure during the entire time. I credit this to my steady diet of mother’s milk, a most excellent source of nourishment, and one I can highly recommend.
Can yawning give you the hiccups?
Take a look at this and tell me what you make of it:
Home is a moveable feast
At long last it was time to depart the only home I had known in this world. After almost 48 hours in the Birthing Center I was dressed in fresh attire and strapped in to an odd contraption that I was told was necessary to my egress.
This is my sweet ride home.
Friends, can I tell you of my joy at this new development? What ineffable bliss, what indescribable joy! I settled in to my new conveyance and promptly went to sleep. The magic chariot took me to a land of soothing vibrations and movements sublime where, I am told, I was wont to make many displays of contentment with my countenance.
I know not what may have occured during my dreamtime, but when I awoke I was in entirely new surroundings. Mother and Father informed me that I was now in a place called “home” and that it was here that I would spend the most formative years of my life.
I enter the world. You are welcome, world.
A funny thing happened to me on Saturday, August 22nd at 2:57pm . . .
Dreaming of conquests yet to come
I found myself thrown out into the world with little warning. I had not even time to grab my coat and hat! Here I was with not a stitch on. Luckily I was not entirely in the company of strangers, Mom and Dad were on hand to lend some friendly words of advice and consolation.
Having only memories of sound and smell to guide me, I quickly observed the two faces I would come to rely on in the coming tribulations of my youth. My mother’s face was the most beautiful face I have ever, or will ever see, and gives me no end of satisfaction to look upon. My father’s face gives me a solid sensation of security and comfort. The other thing of note about both is their enormous size. I am certainly born of a race of giants, judging by the outlandish size of my parent’s enormous floating heads.
Speaking of giants, I came into this world at a stripped weight of 9 pounds 11 ounces. Wearing heavy boots and overcoat I must certainly weigh more, but having left all of my extensive wardrobe behind I was forced to endure my weighing with nothing to cover my modesty.
A quick freshening up
To finish my transition into this bright and disorienting new world, my father gently bathed me in a hospital sink. I will not deny that this was a refreshing experience, as I was much soiled from my long journey from the other world. Thus envigorated I was now ready to proceed into my new life, yet only a few hours old.
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