here's me having a good yell because my mom dared to put me down while i was still awake. it's saturday. so far i'm having a pretty good day. one of the comedy channels is running frasier episodes- all weekend long. oh yeah, i can dig it. yeah so yesterday i was super fussy. my mom was getting ready to pull her hair out, my grandad was cursing like a sailor and my gram was just trying everything to make me happy. my dad got a full report and he thinks i am broken. he is not sure he wants to return from florida. i was pretty worn out last night. after my bottle i went to bed and didn't wake up again until 2.30am. mom was pretty happy with that result. she changed me and gave me another bottle. since i had such a good sleep, i wasn't ready to go back to bed and staid up watching the crime and punishment channel until 5am. then i was up at 6, 7, and 9. my mom had a few choice words to say about that. she was going to take me to mass this morning but was too tired to function. at my 9am bottle the both of us ended up falling asleep. i woke up with milk drool all over my face, i'm lucky it wasn't mom drool. she was snoring away.
my new formula is going down ok. the only difference i can tell right now is- it makes me burp and fart like a champion. i let out a burp this morning which mom said would make danna bunny proud. she said i was more than a match for my uncle ricky in the fart department. who are these people and why does she keep talking about them? my gram is talking about taking me out later in my buggy. mom says- go for it.
more later if anything interesting happens.