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little boxer

Last night, Mr Nikki & I were watching tv – Mr Nikki had his hand on my stomach and at one point, exclaimed, “What the hell was that??”

Nugget is usually quiet at night and weekends, when Chris is home.  THAT, I said, is what I get to feel all afternoon and often in the middle of the night.

Boxing.  That’s exactly what it feels like.  You know when the boxers practice with that little punching back and they just stand there rapidly smacking away at it?  That’s me.  I’m the punching bag.  You’ll have to ask Chris for his impression of our little 2 pound boxer, when you see him this weekend.

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personality plus

I think Nugget is already showing some personality.  If I don’t eat soon enough when I get up, or not enough, he goes crazy.  As in, it feels like he starts flailing around and throwing a tantrum.  This is a demanding little man we have on our hands, no?

According to all the “what to expect” websites, he’ll be starting to respond to things he hears, too.  Which means… sigh… I have to let Chris continue babbling at him – but that doesn’t mean there has to be singing involved!  Though, speaking of singing, maybe it’s time to begin Nugget’s musical education.  I’d love for him to be one of those snooty, music-aficionado teenagers, except unlike “these kids today,” he’d actually have a right to be.  None of this Emo junk that they’re all listening to now.