i am not mom's favorite person today. last night, i refused to have my usual 6pm bottle. nothing gram said or did made any difference. instead i went to sleep. now usually if i go to sleep at 6 i will stay asleep until 9 or 10pm. i switched things up and woke up at 7pm. mom was not thrilled. she was trying to eat her dinner and had plans to make something called a date and nut bread. she left me in bed to think things over. i started screaming. i screamed like someone was ax murdering me. mom said since i didn't want to sleep, i could sit in the kitchen and watch her and gram make this weird bread thing. so i did. not very exciting stuff as it turns out.
after the baking was done mom and i sat on the couch. around 9.30, i finally admitted that yeah, i might like my warm milk now and some bedtime. so i drank a bit of milk and fell asleep. mom took me upstairs for bedtime and she went to bed too. she was not so happy when i woke her up at midnight, screaming. i was making such a fuss she just bundled me up and took me downstairs. i had some more warm milk and fell asleep. mom didn't bother taking me back upstairs. i slept in creaky, slatty, rocky bed and she slept on the couch.
i got mom up again at 4.15am. this time with stinky poops. i got some more milk after my fresh pants were applied and went to sleep on mom. she is nice and warm and squishy, still the best bed around. at 6am it was time for another poopie attack and then my baby rice. mom says that she is off on one of her adventures today so i can torture dad and gram for a change. 8am can't get here quick enough.