abel’s home

Today Daddy left the house, and all of a sudden I got a mischievous bug in me. I’ve been eyeing his man-man chair for a long time. It sits so grand and grown-up over there in the corner. I just had to try it out. Don’t tell.

When Daddy is a man in his chair, he does this thing where he rocks back and forth. I tried it and got a little carried away. I almost fell overboard. I’ll admit, I was a little scared by the incident. However, I think I reacted more maturely than I usually would. Man chairs seem to emit some sort of courage fume. No wonder Daddy is so brave.

Don’t think I’m a wimp. This chair is much higher than you would guess. I know that you can’t really tell by looking at this picture just how immense it is. That’s why I made this face for you. I hope by this point in our blogging journey you can trust me enough to know that my face never exaggerates.

During my stay in the man-man chair, I had much time to practice my mountaineering skills. Whenever you’re at great heights, there’s often the temptation to look over the edge even though you know it could be dangerous. Here’s a hint on how to get the best of both worlds: safety and adventure. Just drop to your belly and shimmy to the edge. It’ll balance out your weight and make you feel much more secure.

The man-man chair brings a bit of freedom that I never get to experience in my baby-man chair. In my baby-man chair, my legs are pretty limited. Here I can do whatever I want. I can dangle them, kick them, or eat them. You would think this usually out of reach freedom would make me resent my baby-man chair. Don’t worry. Over the months, I’ve learned to be content with where I am in life. Just one step at a time. I’m a baby-man right now. And I plan on being the best baby-man I can be.

Upon first glance, this picture doesn’t look all that impressive. Let me blow it up for you and show you the point of intrigue.

These are my lips in their relaxed state. After a long day of talking, this is how they recoup. I’m not sure if all lips know how to do this or if I’ve been blessed with really smart lips. They know when they need a break, and they know how to do it. I think in today’s world a lot of lips let themselves get too tired, always working with no Sabbath. My lips just want to create good habits and start them early.

I often get very absorbed in my tasks when I’m in my work station. Mommy is always commenting that I’m so busy. I take that as a compliment since I really want to be diligent with my time. But, she says it so much that yesterday I decided to surprise her. She happened to repeat the phrase while turned away from me. So when she looked over at me, I made a mad scientist face. At first she was kinda shocked, but then she burst out laughing. I laughed too and we went on like that for what seemed like four hours.

At bedtime Daddy often has too much energy to even think of going to sleep. When this happens he usually teases me until we end up wrestling. It’s all in good fun - don’t worry. Wrestling is a good way to go from hyper to sleepy. It really should be a part of every man’s goodnight routine. I call this move the “don’t even think about it” choke hold.

This is another little trick of mine. I came up with it and am in the process of branding it for the Professional’s Handbook to Wrestling. I call it the “what’d you say?” hold. You use it when your opponent is trying to trash talk. I simply reach down and grab the tongue until he gives me the eyes of surrender. With every move, it’s very important to keep a straight face. You want your opponent to know you mean business.

Sometimes a little mischief brews around these parts, and I have to take out my detective hat to get to the bottom of things. When you spy, it’s important to be as hidden as possible. Right now I have a hard time getting into those tough secret spots, so Daddy and I make them for ourselves. He lets me duck behind is arms, and he hides behind his hair. When I get hair, I think I’ll do that too. It’s so versatile.

I feel like every time I turn around there’s a new step to take in this journey called babyhood. You’re probably wondering, “What, Mr. Abel! What’s new now?” Well, wonder no longer. I can sit up all by myself now! Big boy, young man, mentor…call me what you will. All I know is that no one will mistake me for an newborn ever again.

Now that I can sit up, I thought it’s time I start practicing my driving skills. Three days ago I made it a personal goal to completely impress my driving school teacher in 16 years. That starts now, folks.

As I’m reviewing the various do’s and don’t of the road, I like to act out each one in order to better understand. Road rage is a big-time don’t. Please don’t follow my example here. I’m simply displaying a situation gone wrong and in no way condone this type of behavior.

I repeat: This is not a real situation. Don’t try this at home.

On a fun sorta-side note, I got two more teeth! It’s a side note because teeth have nothing to do with driving. It’s a “sorta” because it does have a lot to do with my babyhood journey.

Over the weeks I’ve only improved my rolling over skills. I think I’m pretty far along for my age. But, here’s the secret to my success: I find a reference point on the ceiling. That way I am sure to rotate with supreme accuracy. I achieve my desired destination 87% of the time. That’s pretty good for a guy with my limited experience.

Since Mommy and Daddy have been taking me swimming a lot, I can’t just sit by ignore the need for swimming lessons. When I do something, I like to give it my all. Daddy can tell that I mean business, so he agreed to help me practice my diving technique before I hit the waves.

Honestly, I wasn’t all that dirty. The real reason Mommy gave me a bath was so that I could fix her sink. Isn’t that funny? All she had to do was ask. No need to bribe me; I’m always willing to help my favorite lady.

I realize that by saying this I’ll probably start to get a lot of sink repair requests from my readers. You know what? I’m willing to help non-my-mommy people. Just be aware that I have limited experience.

I’m pretty confused about something. You see, I’ve discovered that I’m really talented in the sink-fixing area. I could help so many people with my talent. And yet it just isn’t my passion. What really makes me feel alive is when I’m sitting in my work station helping all the different toys interact and understand each other. I guess you could say I’m more into building bridges than sinks.

I’m kinda shy to share these next couple of photos. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been so clothes-less on my blog. It takes a lot of courage and vulnerability. So, it would be really encouraging to get some feedback. If when you’re browsing you happen to notice a handsome muscle, maybe you could give me some kind words.

When Mommy is busy moving her hair around and doing stuff to her face, she puts my man chair in front of the mirror. I enjoy this special time. It’s like alone time for extroverts. I get to be left to my thoughts and still have the illusion that there’s more than just me. There are two me’s. So, if I have a confusing situation, I can bounce it off myself and get some great encouragement.

Mommy has this secret dream to be a ballerina. At this point that doesn’t really interest me, but I love her so much that I’m willing to point my toes to show her that I understand her. You know, when in Rome do as the Romans do.

I also like to use this time to warm up my music. Harmonica happens to be my instrument of choice at the moment. I don’t actually have one to practice with. But, I find that if I make all the right motions and buzz my lips together I’m still able to get the feel of the song.