About Me - Baby Smitty

I'm growing strong and taking charge. As of April 9, 2010, I'm a 10 1/2" long, 14 ounces dude or dudette in training. Mom & Dad tried to figure out that riddle, but I'm not ready to share my secret yet!!! Check back frequently as my stats will be updated on a monthly basis. Since I don't have any usable digits at the moment, my soon to be mom, Kim Dennis Smith, is chronicling my/our adventures on my behalf. You can consider her my "ghost writer".

Sunday, March 28, 2010

The Holidays 2009: Thanksgiving through New Years Day 2010

Hi folks, it’s been a while since I’ve written but Mom and I have been busy. We’ve got work, school, life….and a whole lot of growing to do. So, it’s time for a little update on my progress. Where oh where did we leave off….ah yes – my journey to earth; here we go.

Well, to be quite honest, not too much was going on with me for those first six weeks. I was getting acclimated to my new, dark, watery surrounds. I started to feel like a fish…quite an interesting way to live, but I was missing air, sky, my fluffy cumulus-nimbus….ah, the good ‘ole days.

While I was just hanging around, Mom was having a ball. From November 20, 2009 through January 1, 2010, Mom was living it up. She kicked it all off with a birthday celebration at The Library and after celebration at Windfall with the NYC Aunties (who shall remain nameless but they know who they are :-) ) Then she was off to Europe for work during Thanksgiving week and having a grand old time as only my Momma can. As most of you know, my Mom Loves to travel, Loves Europe, Loves Food and Wine….so between London, Madrid, Paris, Frankfurt and Milan….she was happier than a pig in mud!!!!

She ate well, and drank even better. Now don’t get me wrong, mom’s not a whino….not by a long shot. But she sure does enjoy the finer things in life – she’s a sucker for a great bottle of red wine: whether it’s a Chilean Malbec, Chateau Margeaux from France, a good Italian Barbarosa, Montelpuciano or Valpolicciano, a Spanish Rioja….you get the drift. You have a great tasting, fruity, full-bodied red, and Mom’s your BFF….until the bottle’s empty. Again, don’t get me wrong, mom’s not a whino, LOL.

But with all that drinking, I was beginning to wonder….Does she even know I exist? Knowing Mom, she would have stopped drinking immediately, if she knew I was baking in the oven. So, I thought I would send her a signal. By Christmas, I was well acquainted with all the organs and the inner-workings of the body. So I reached out to my friends the mammory glands and asked them to give her a little heads up that something’s brewing. Really, she couldn’t miss a sudden growth spurt, now could she!
Wrong!!! For the love of our Father that is Holy, the woman thinks she’s gaining weight because she’s eating too much! Granted it was Christmas, and she did throw down in Boston with the family, (even taking doggie bags back to NJ, LOL) and Grandma H did comment on how much she was eating.. She thought she was getting FAT from overeating and not for the fact that she was feeding me!!! She started making plans for her detox – The Master Cleanse – to jump start her weight loss right after her New Years dinner party. Seems I would have to move on to Plan B.

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