Hello, my name is Moonpie McLovemuffin, at least that what the man with the fuzzy face keeps calling me. He seems excited about me. He just won’t quit smiling, EVEN after I threw up in his face fuzz. That was an accident.
Anyway, It’s nice to meet you!!
At this point I’m meeting EVERYBODY. I’ve only been here for a short time, you are probably wondering what’s it like to be new?
I’m trying to figure that out myself.
I just remember suddenly BEING.
I can recall a little. I remember darkness, and warmth, and a great struggle, and light.
I somehow seem to remember a new, yet oddly old and familiar Voice whispering to me “take courage new one, you got this. It will be hard and confusing and wild and wonderful. I’ve crafted you for this, I’m with you”
Then I remember exhausted sounds of celebration.
My job seems to be pretty easy at this point, I sleep and eat every few hours and I poop…ALOT!
But life is more complicated than that. I’m learning…like EVERYTHING!! Literally.
Everything is pretty blurry right now. But, I really like color and music makes me feel happy all over. I like how the pink blanket feels on my skin.
All the faces are new to me.
I seem to have a group of people who seem really fond of me, it’s a “family”.
It’s like they are my tour guides to this strange new place.
I spend the most time with the Mom. When, I focus real hard I can see that her eyes are tired but really kind. I love it when she sings to me.
Then there’s the Dad, I feel safe when I’m with him. I’ve already pooped on him twice! THAT was funny!!
I met all the grandparents, they are clearly party people! We are going to have some fun. I ALSO know now where to go when I want something.
I have a GREAT grandpa and two GREAT grandmas, I guess they are called “great” because they waited for me longer than anyone else.
There is a big hairy one in my family. He makes a loud booming noise all the time. It doesn’t bother me, I’ve heard it for a while. He seems to enjoy some of the smells I make. He likes to kiss my face, that tickles. I don’t have a problem with that. He sometimes tries to take my binky, I DO have a problem with that!!
I don’t like to complain, but the stuff in my bottle seems to be a bit bland. It seems like I’m the only one drinking that stuff. The others eat something they call “pizza”, that definitely smells more interesting.
Oh yeah, guess what else I got…
FINGERS!!!
They are AWESOME!
I can already do some pretty cool things with them. I don’t want to brag, but I have already mastered jazz hands and I can do amazing karate chops.
I don’t know what to do with my feet yet, I feel compelled to suck them.
This world seems like a pretty large wonderful place. I can’t wait to discover everything.
I’m going to work hard to make sure that new never gets old.
I will get back to you soon.
carbonated joy 