Man, I have had a big week. For starters, I am still sleeping through the night. Granted, I woke up at 4 AM on Tuesday with the toots, but I fell right back asleep so mommy says it still counts as sleeping all night. On Wednesday, I discovered that I can take my pacifier out of my mouth and hold it (maybe next week I'll figure out how to put it back in). Then yesterday, I found my feet. It is wildly funny to kick mommy in the face with them.
I also started going through my three month growth spurt this week. Mommy says I want to do nothing but eat and sleep. As usual, she is right. Anyway, when I'm not eating or sleeping, I give mommy about 20 minutes of happy time before I start screaming my head off wanting to take a nap. The problem is that--because I'm growing--I wake up after about an hour wanting to eat again. I'm really throwing my 3-hour schedule into a cataclysmic tilt, not to mention putting mommy through the wringer. I made her cancel a lunch date yesterday because I was screaming uncontrollably. We also had to cut short a visit to meet mommy's friend Mike's new baby. It's been rough, so we are in dire need of a weekend. Oh, in case you're worrying how daddy is holding up through all of this, never fear: he squeezed in 18 holes yesterday and will hit the links again tomorrow. Needless to say, he's doing just fine.
Good morning Mr. T. I see you're still picking on the big guys in the house. Not to worrry, they'll get over it. Have a good weekend.
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Papa D