I think you should know that my life is hard.
First, my daddy puts goofy things on my face:
And then there's the fact that I hate that oxygen tube in my nose.
Every time I pull it out Mommy or Daddy puts it back in.
I hear them say all the time that I don't really need it, but they have to get permission from the doctor before they will take it out.
I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow.
My fingers are crossed.
If those two things aren't hard enough...
Daddy ALWAYS watches football.
He thinks I like it.
This is what I think of football:
My only other complaint is that people keep making me drink from a bottle.
I'm not a fan.
I think I would be if they gave me something that actually tasted good.
I heard Mommy and Daddy talking about giving me a different formula...the doctor better give them permission for that too.
The doctor doesn't think I can distinguish taste yet. Boy is she wrong!
That's all world.
Even though Mommy and Daddy drive me nuts sometimes, I still love them.
I smile at them all the time, and I usually sleep for 12 hours straight at night.
Mommy went to work today and Daddy is taking care of me.
It's a politics or football day for me.