My Ebu and Bapak

Before my parents started this blog about my life, I met my mom's mom and pop, Ebu Stevie and Bapak Mike.

Ebu and Bapak are Indonesian names of endearment for parents and/or grandparents. My Ebu and Bapak were the first family members to meet me when I was born.

Ebu and Bapak lived in England until recently. Ebu flew over to meet me before I was actually meat and Bapak came to meet me just a few hours before I was born.

Ebu and Bapak are REALLY nice and very happy that I am here. I am Ebu's first grandbaby, and I am Bapak's second. Bapak has been at the birth of both of his grandbabies. Ebu and Bapak took lots of pictures of me and my mom while I was being born and stayed with me for a week before they had to leave.

Ebu came again to visit me a month after I was born. She smells really good with her special perfume. She also has a really comfy and nap-able chest. She calls my mommy and asks mommy to make me "squeak". That is her way of describing my talking.

They are moving from England to Dubai for Bapak's job. I hope to go to Dubai to see them at their house one day.

Bathes are Fun!!

I had another bath today. I like bath time. I get to be naked. I like naked time. I am completely free of my diapers, my onesies, and when I am done with the bath, I smell good!!

Mom is still a little scared of bath time as she thinks I will be slippery and squirm out of her protective grasp and end up on the floor.

Dad is pretty good with the bath thing, he gets the water just right, washes me, and dries me with my hooded towels. I don't have any bath toys to play with yet as I am only 3 months old. When I am older, I have some bathtubs toys and ducks already waiting for me.

Grand Parents

My dads parents, Grandma Charlotte and Grandpa Joe, came to visit me this last week. They are nice. Grandma has a chest like my mommy, very nap-able. She held me for a while and I fell asleep and it was a nice place to rest.



I live in Grandma and Grandpa's old house in San Jose now (my dad and mom are taking care of it for them). They have very busy lives and live in the desert, Oregon desert during the summer and California desert in the winter. They golf, vacation, do email, read the Wall Street Journal, watch alot of FOX Television, and listen to Rush Limbaugh. They are really neat and I like them.



Grandpa is a little more my age, mentally that is, as he will get down to my level to talk with me. I am told that I look like him too. I think it will be fun to play with him later on when I can walk and talk and what not. Grandpa has a neat smile!!

My Blog Name

It's time I tell you that "Happy Meat" is a nick name my big brother Dylan (aka Bugz) gave me. Mommy wanted to call my blog "The Jake B Page" in honor of my uncle Rich who calls me "Jake B" but she's a wuss and Daddy won out with "Happy Meat Adventure". So here we are.

Daddy writes most of my blogs for me as he loves to write but Mommy tells him of my adventures more often than not.
I wanted mommy to thank all who have wanted to keep up with my day to day poop schedule so...
THANK YOU! LOVE TO YOU ALL!

Daddy will write more soon I'm sure until then I'll be farting, eating (yum) smiling, cooing, pooping, and sleeping while you read about my adventures...

Breasts Confuse Me

My mom feeds me from her breasts. They are rather large and quite yummy. I understand this breast feeding thing is normal for babies of all mammals. I like it cuz I get to be held and talked to and can take my time and enjoy myself. I much prefer breasts over the latex nipple delivery system option.

I am confused though because I really can't tell the difference from one breast to another. I think that all breasts should be able to feed me as needed. Mom and dad have many friends with yummy sized breasts. I would really like it if those folks, women types that is, would either not tease me with their breasts or go ahead and get on with the feeding.


This whole breast confusion thing started from day one when my Auntie Cat and Uncle Mike came to visit me in the hospital. Auntie Cat is a hottie and rather well endowed. She holds me like a mom, she talks to me like a mom, she even coos at me and smells like a mom, so why no feeding like a mom?

I am not really concerned about missing a meal cuz all mom's big breasted friends give me back to mom when I start making noise about being hungry. I just wonder why they don't step up and take care of business like mom does!

Appendages

I am not exactly certain what I am supposed to do with my appendages. I have these hands and feet that are attached to my arms and legs, respectively. They are rather neat to have, or so I envision, as I see my mom and dad use them all the time.

Mom and dad seem to know how to control their hands to take care of me and do other non-essential tasks (anything that does not involve caring for me is non-essential). They use them all the time for things like changing my diaper and feeding me.

My hands seem to be uncontrollable as they kinda fling about without much purpose or use. I have recently been able to reduce the amount of times I randomly hit myself in the head. I still do once in a while, but I don't like it when dad copies me and laughs. I now can put them in my mouth. I have also learned how to grab fingers, necklaces, shirts, and random parts of my toys, especially my puppy.

My feet are another story. So far the only thing I seem to really be able to do is use them to check the contents of my dirty diaper. I am happiest when I put one or both of them into my poopy diapers. I laugh at dad when he has to clean the poop from my toes. It kinda tickles too.

Mom puts socks on my feet to keep them warm which I like very much when it is cold. However, I do not like them so much when it is warm out. I like to have my toes out in the breeze and also so I can put them in my diapers!!

Mom says that I have big hand and feet and will grow to be a tall boy!

My Friend Puppy

Other than my mom and dad, and my full time cat and part time dog, I have a puppy. It isn't really a puppy, it is a Lamaze plush toy that my mommy calls "puppy".

Puppy occupies my time when mom and dad can't. Puppy has crinkly ears and neat tactile sensory thingys that I really like. I like to lick puppy. I also like to cuddle with puppy, expecially in my car seat.

Puppy doesn't do much. He does not eat, and he does not cry, and he does not poop, and he is green. I like puppy but I am kinda suspicious of puppy.

My dad and I took puppy to the Red Barn in Alameda today. The Red Barn is my Aunt Jenny's house, previously my Great-Grand Nana's house. I like the Red Barn because it feels like family. Many of my family have pooped there. The Red Barn is really old, older than Grandma and Grandpa. It has been in my dad's family since it was built in 1909. Grandma was born into that house a long time ago.

My Grandpa Joe and Grandma Charlotte were there cleaning and working on the house. According to Grandpa, my Dad has to help take care of the house as my Aunt Jenny and Uncle David have moved away to another country called Canada. They have snow and something called Mounties in Canada. Grandma kinda smells like the Red Barn.

Grandpa fed me and tried to burp me. He means well but he is timid about burping. Mom and Dad thump me like a ripe melon in the field whereas Grandpa pats me like I'm full of nitro-glycerin. I think Grandpa is afraid he will hurt me. I like my Grandpa, he is cuddly.

I had a long day today and I am going to sleep with puppy now! I like to snore when I sleep. It is cute!!

I made my first etrade

My parents, god love them, have lost what little collective mind they have left and exposed me to the WWW in a darn blog.

Talk about pressure, I now have to come up with pithy commentary to accompany dopey, cute, embarrasing, photos in order to educate and entertain my family about the joy I experience with infant bowel movements, feeding at the breast of life, and lolling lazily in my battery operated bouncy (though not really bouncy ) chair.



My bio so far is;
I am only 2.5 months now, I am about 11-lbs and 2-feet, with a baby fuzz head-o-hair. I have no teeth but a great smile. I like to giggle, especially during diaper changings by dad and when my mom asks "whatchoo got fo momma?"
I have a part time dog and a full time cat and I own two really great parents, at least so far!

The things I did today included:
1) Slept, in my crib, in the parents crib, on mom, on Grandma Charlotte (no official cuddly cute type grandmotherly name applied to Charlotte at this time)
2) I ate, and do I mean ate. I eat like all the time, sometimes there is a milky white, smooth and neat smelling breast in my face, and sometimes there is a plastic, round, latex nipple delivery system from which I must eat.
3) Got a real kick in the pants when I pooped for mom. Stem to Stern, full monty, double wet-wipe clean-up on aisle 2 kinda job.
4) Startled awake when dad burped.
5) Farted on Grandpa Joe when he fed me with a latex nipple delivery system device.

There is lots more, but I have to burp and go to bed now cuz Mom's tired and needs some sleep too.