The Doc Tried to Ruin My Christmas

I’m trying real hard to like my doctor. She played with me, made me laugh and then stuck four needles in my legs–FOUR! Of course, I screamed bloody murder and had a few choice words, which I believe fell on deaf ears. Everything was going great. I gained lots of weight and height. I’m now 18.2 pounds and 26 1/4 inches. I almost rolled over on the exam table and I passed all my little tests. Apparently, sticking your feet in your mouth and babbling incoherently are steps in the right direction (see the newest video post).

With so much progress, why the needles? Why so many? Why did she want to ruin everything and right before Christmas. Speaking of Christmas, I could do this every year. I got so many presents and toys that I haven’t gotten to play with them all yet. The gifts are great, but the packaging is just as good.

Apparently, we have to take a road trip anytime there is an important holiday. I’m strapped in the backseat with no say in the temperature or the music. The Folks argue about the music. They’re both wrong. I have to listen to this and they complain about my crying! The only thing I can control is when we eat, so I don’t hold back when I’m ready to stop. 

For Christmas, we traveled to Hillsville. I got to meet lots and lots of relatives I’ve never met before. Plenty of kids, just a bit older than myself, flying around the place and showing off how well they can walk. I was stuck being held the whole time. I could feel them laughing and pointing at me. I don’t mind being held, but a man’s gotta get out on his own at some point.  It’ll be a different story next year. My Rocky workout is going strong.

It was good to see my Mitchell grandparents. I hadn’t seen them since the hurricane scare. My Papa Mitchell fed me every morning; my Mama Mitchell carried me around and chapped my cheeks with kisses. I’m still not sure about my cousin C.C.; she’s probably okay but has a habit of sidling up behind me and yelling out “baby!” The verdict is still out on my Uncles. I need to study them a bit more.

When we got back home from Hillsville, there were even more gifts to open. The Pyne’s (West Point and Connecticut versions) and my Great Grandpa Long sent me gifts as well. I like them a lot, even if I didn’t always know how to use them correctly.

Now its a different year–2012 and everyone is making their resolutions to do things better and get certain things accomplished. My list may be a little longer than most other people. It looks like this:

  • Walk
  • Talk
  • Feed myself
  • Sit up without help
  • Stop spitting up
  • Dunk a basketball

I may need to add a few more items to this list as the year moves on. I intend to knock these out early. I’m not like Pops. It takes him nearly an entire month just to type up this blog post that I dictated to him weeks ago. His age is really showing.

I have a few more thoughts to share, but I’m going to save them for another time. I’ll make sure Pops gets the next post out in a couple of days, not weeks. In the meantime, enjoy this picture of me and Mom. She is not going to be happy with me for posting it for all to see.

Izaak P. Mitchell, Esq.


2 responses to “The Doc Tried to Ruin My Christmas

  1. Give Pops a break, you are so darned cute, I wouldn’t get anything done during the day except watch and play with you. Wait until next Christmas, the packaging will get even bigger.
    Love you!!!!!

  2. Looks like your daddy could be heading for trouble with those pictures of mommy. Glad to see one of your goals is to dunk a basketball. NBA here you come!

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