Okay, I Made It!

Well, I finally made it. That's right, on September 18, 2006, at 18:39 (don't ask me how I know military time), I, Riley C. entered this fine world, healthy and, as I'm told by almost everyone that holds me, beautiful. It was quite the journey. But now, I'm here. On the Outside.

This is me right after I tunneled my way out of my mom's womb... yeah, I'm a bit gooey:

This is me getting my first bath:


This is me sucking on my dad's thumb:

This is me and my dad just hangin' out together:

I'm sure there's going to be a lot to write about, but I really don't have much to say right now. Things aren't much more eventful than they were inside my mom's womb. I mean, I still sleep a lot, eat as much as I can, and that's pretty much my life. The coolest thing is I finally got to hear my own voice.

My parents seem pretty cool, though they're not quite the night owls that I am. What can I say, I like to sleep during the day and stay up at night?! I'm growing accustomed to a more regular schedule, though.

Well, I'll surely have more to say, but just wanted to give a shout out to all of you peeps who have been praying for my protection and safe arrival... they paid off. If I haven't met you yet in person, I look forward to doing so really soon. Drop by anytime.

Until next time, that's (my ultra blessed and finally tangible) life thus far.

What Will It Be Like?

Like my old man, I, too, have no idea what any of this means. This being born thing that is.

I mean, what's it going to be like on the Outside? What will my parents act like when I'm out there? How am I going to react when I actually have to wear diapers and clothes? What's earth look like, smell like, feel like? What will I eat and how much will I like it all? There are so many questions and so few answers until I get out there.

That's it, I think I'm going to try and break out of this joint early. I can't take the suspense much longer. It may not happen, but I'll try. I happened to catch this show last season while I was still developing my ears and eyes and brain and stuff, and I think it captures the spirit of my future attempt well:

Until next time, that's (my extremely curious and impatient) life thus far.

A Little History For Ya

I might as well start from the beginning...

2005

October 22
After a stupid long engagement (nine months), my parents finally tied the knot. It supposedly turned out pretty good. I don't know. I wasn't there.

Somewhere Between December 7-14
My parents had unprotected sex and wouldn't you guess it, I was conceived. I'll spare you the details.

2006

January 16
After seven pregnancy tests (yes, seven), my mom finally let the shock set in and accepted the fact that she was pregnant. Meanwhile, my father was jumping around the house like a maniac in his boxers. You can read my parents' full reaction here.

May 4
Surprise! My parents found out I was very much not a boy. As a result, they quickly stopped calling me Kyle and picked my way cooler (and appropriately female) name, Riley. Read all about the big surprise here.

May 10
Upon hearing the news that my mom was going to give birth to "a chick," one of my dad's highschool freshmen students said, "I bet she's going to be hot." Ah, the battle of the boys begins.

May 15
I got hiccups for the first time. My parents were pumped for no good reason and kept pushing in on my already cramped living space. I guess you get excited about stuff like that when you're old. You can read about my hiccup problem here.

May 16
I began this blog, thereby forevering change the face of the planet by voicing the butt naked truth about life thus far from the eyes of the youngest blogger ever to have lived.

September 18
After a long and very cramped, dark nine months, at 18:39, I finally made it to the Outside. Read all about the big event here. Or from my parents' perspectives, here.

September 24
My parents didn't waste anytime at all getting back to life as usual. So, I can say that the first movie I saw in the theatre, was Jackass: Number Two. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Though I couldn't make much of it out considering I slept the entire time.

November 7
While it probably wasn't too hard to figure out, my geniusness was confirmed the day I rolled over all by myself... at only seven-weeks old. That's one to four months ahead of schedule, in case you were wondering.

Keep checking back here for history as it happens. Until next time, that's (my historically accurate but fairly uneventful) life thus far.