I would like to take this opportunity to address Mommy’s bad hair day. I had a “Rough Night” last night. Mommy and Daddy got a whole bunch of free formula samples in the mail and they decided to try a new one. I wasn’t a big fan of that idea and since I can’t yet verbalize my frustrations I decided the best way to show them my disapproval was to spit up everything they fed me. This led to a phone call to the Doctor fairly late in the evening, way past my bedtime. It turns out the joke was on me because his advice was to wake me up ever hour and a half and only feed me one ounce at a time. Something about an upset tummy.

Mommy says that for some people a rough night means they were out all hours drinking. I don’t understand that though because a whole night of filling my tummy with yummy formula goodness sounds like a great way to spend my evenings. Followed by a short nap and then maybe a bowel movement… or two. In case you can’t tell, I’m making my best Cheshire Cat smile right now.

As a result, Mommy went to a baby shower today with wet hair and very little makeup because she needed to sleep in. It makes no sense to me that she washed her hair at all if she was going to a shower. But she’s pretty smart so I’m sure there was a reason.

As punishment for keeping Mommy, Daddy AND Bubbie up all night feeding me they decided to give me a bath. I protested but it went unacknowledged. They were trying to enforce their dominance over me but they spent the whole time apologizing and then snuggled me in a big towel with a hood followed by a bottle. So I’d say I won in the end.

Yeah, I’d say I’ve got it pretty tough  🙂