The Story of G-Baby
Birth through Toddling
On This Day in History... The British Came!
Small Baby, Big Lips
Me and my Mom a couple months after birth.
The Christening
The nick name G-Baby was given by my Aunt who decided, because of my high top hairstyle, I looked like a marine. Everyone except my mother accepted the name and the nicname stuck despite her annoyed protests.
"Dada"
My first word was "Dada" much to my Mom's displeasure. My Mom, the one who carried me in her stomach for 9 months, the one who raised me while my Dad was overseas. How dare my first word NOT be about her!
Favorite Toys
My other less popular favorite toy were the statue collection my Grandma had sitting on top of the stereo. There was a black preacher dressed in maroon and blue robe, a couple of black angels, some light skinned angels dressed in golden robes, a precious angels baby, a couple of African women, some children, and a various assortment of others. I usually had the pastor preach and the choir sing and sometimes they were in heaven. I flew them around the house, unusually careful for someone my age.
Bouncing Tigger
Spending, Spooning, and Pudding
All children are expensive, period. They need food, they moral support, they need cell phones and an iPod.... I was by no means an exception to the fact that children are time consuming capsules of joy, I was the exception to precisely how expensive having a baby could be. As a baby I was colicky, prone to waking up during the night, and very much lactose intolerant. I could't even handle breast milk. So naturally when I was able to eat pudding and no longer costing my family $19-$20 a bottle for Alba formula, everyone was relieved.
Especially my mother, who could then began teaching me the wonders of modern silverware.