How busy is an infant's life?

So, I turned a month old yesterday. How about that? I am now one month old! I guess I have passed what they call neonatal period. Did you know that most of the infants who decide to go back where they came from do it during this neonatal period. I am not sure why they do it, maybe they don't like it here.

Anyway, I am really amazed at how busy an infant's life can be. I barely have enough time to go through my routine every day, let alone blogging. So maybe I should tell you about my daily routine (which includes a good amount of rooting!) in the future.

Oh, one last thing. I finally have a volunteer babysitter. More on that later :)

Amoo Arash

Did I introduce my Amoo Arash to you? He is one of the coolest, and he is from Boston. He studies neuroscience (whatever that means) and he did a lot of dancing and jumping up and down for me (I think it was part of an experiment). It was really fun when he was here, and I hope he can come and see us again and dance more. I am waiting to see other Amoos and Khales to come and see me here.

Jean Piaget infant psychology, and right of self-defense

I may have been in this world for less than a month, but I have seen my share of eccentric events. The most notable one was two nights ago. I was having a nice sleep, and as I always do, I looked through the corner of one of my eyes to make sure than my parents are not ignoring me or anything. It was then that I saw this book lying on the bed about one arm's lenght from my face (that is my dad's arm). I like books, but this one was an old edition of a book by a guy called Jean Piaget about infant psychology!! Now, I am not single-minded about anything, and you are welcome to shape your own ideas about what Piaget had to say, but let me tell you this:
That night my parents couldn't blink an eye, none of them. I showed them who is in charge around here.
I am proud to say that it was my loudest night ever!

My first roll-over

I know this might be hard to believe, but I have to tell you about my first roll-over. In fact, it happened so unexpectedly that I was very surprised myself too. It happened like this: I was lying on bed with my parents at around 11 pm tonight. They were trying to get some rest before my next bout of crying, and I was beginning to warm-up for my full-force crying. Then I realized that if I use one of my legs to push on the mattress and twist my waist, my hips will be in a more comfortable position. A few pushes with that leg, and voila, I had my first official roll-over, unassisted and perfectly legitimate. Now can any one tell me when I was supposed to do this, normally?
Oh, you should have seen the look on my parents faces!!

Do I need a pillow?

Did I tell you about how I miss a pillow? Well, they say that a small infant like myself doesn't need a pillow. In fact, they go so far as saying that having a pillow might kill me! At first, I was really angry, but as you can see, I don't hold any grudges and forget things easily. So here I am, pillow-less, but calm and happy in my peaceful slumber.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. Today, I am exactly three weeks old! I am really growing up, aren't I? But I haven't lost one bit of my hair at all. Again, my dad is getting jealous. Now, don't get ideas, my dad is not kachal or anything, but he can't compete with my hair! And he knows that. Now my mom is a different story. Well, she is not a boy, so there is not competition anyway.

Changing our address

Ok, I have decided to move to a new address. Come and visit me at myilia.blogspot.com
 

How about this one? A happy proud mother with her handsome son with wide open eyes! Look at my fancy socks. Boy, they look like boots on me! I will grow into them soon.

This is where we live. It is beautiful summer time on Ithaca now, and every body is happy. I was hoping to get more milk, and that is why I am crying in this photo. I have to say that I am a very personable and nice gentleman.

I have some quality time with mom every day. Here is one of those moments. She really listens to what I want to say.

Did I tell you that I went to Ithaca's Farmers Market last week. It was really fun, I slept through it all. My parents had some fun, and I didn't give them a hard time.

My parents have told me the last film they watched in cinema before I was born was "Garfield". And here I am with my Garfield blanket!

My mom recently complained that I have not put her photo on my weblog. She is right! So here is me with my beautiful and very kind mom. I think she loves me more than any body else in the world. My dad is getting jealous about that already!

This is photo of my first form of identification taken in the hospital. You can also see my nice woolen hat and my vaccination record sheet!

Some people have complained that in all of my photos my eyes have been shut. Well, that is true. So here is a shot with my eyes open, and with may happy handsome dad holding me!

Hi to my family, friends, and fans all over the world!

This is my most popular photo during the first week of my life! It was taken while I was in the hospital. I maybe thanking God for bringing me to this world without ruining my good looks, or I maybe praying for a peaceful world to live in. I have no idea!

Hello, World!