Ah, yes I remember it fondly. And before you mention it, yes, I am old enough to have baby pictures taken in black and white. After a lengthy four-day stay - by today’s standards - in the hospital following my birth, I was taken home.
By all accounts, I was not the most agreeable of babies. Having my days and nights mixed up, I afforded my parents little opportunity for rest.
After the first week at home, my Mom - in her words - was a “walking Zombie.” She quickly found however that by doing everything in her power to keep me awake during the day - by playing with me, tickling me, and who knows, maybe even juggling me - I would finally shift more of my sleep time to the dark hours. Also, the doctor recommended starting me on cereal at a week and a half, which may have contributed to some bouts of colic, but late night meals also helped me sleep.
Another thing that I found soothing was to sit in my ‘punkin seat’ in front of our color television. And thus began one of my addictions…
My first outing was to my Uncle Bill and Aunt Dottie’s house on October 10, 1971 and as I recall, it was a rockin’ good time.
Next stop: Christmas countdown…
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