I HATE laying back. If I'm not sitting up and looking around, I am not a happy camper. This means mom is not allowed to put me and my carseat in the buggy at the grocery store any more. Nope, id way rather be slouched over in the metal seat. I wish all the strangers in the store would stop telling mom that I look uncomfortable and angry... I'm perfectly happy! I'm also excited to break in the cloth seat protector next time we go out.
I got back from New York and none of my old clothes fit. Check out my new jammies! Guess what size they are? 12 MONTHS!
Weird scab thing on my foot when I was 2 days old? Whatevs. Random strain of strep at 9 weeks? Bring it on. MRSA, RSV, and double ear infections all at the same time at 3 months? nbd. None of these things phased me at all, but here I am at almost four months and I've been crying nonstop for the past two days. Mom and Dad think I might be teething, and boy, has it put me into a tailspin!
This isn't nearly as good as the homemade root beer from Wahl's... but I spending time with Uncle Bradley
