It’s been one of those days. The hunger pains keep coming and no amount of booby milk seems to make them go away. The folks have me up to 140 ml now and that seems to work some feedings. I did convince Pops to give me 165 ml after enough crying and grunting. He’s learning. Speaking of Pops, I made him change his shirt today 3 times. Twice I spit up on him and the other time, well, let’s just say the diaper lost the battle. The old man should know better by now than to put on a clean shirt right before feeding me.
This weekend was much better; I had some visitors. Grandma Pyne was in town for a seminar, but I think that was just an excuse. She feed me and let me sleep on her. The Hardy’s, some friends of the folks, came down from Raleigh too. The dude has less hair than me and a big round head. He’s funny looking, but he seems okay. He held me a while and then his old lady held me a while. I slept through it all, except when I pooped in their laps. Luckily for them the diaper held.
Of course, the weekend ends, Mommny goes to work and Pops goes into his office and bangs away on that keyboard. I make noises, but he pretends not to hear me. No one wants to hold me during the week. They just crack jokes about how I am a stinky baby and they laugh back and forth to each other about it. Why is that so funny??
Oh well, time to make more baby noises so, maybe, I can get Pops to feed me.
Izaak P. Mitchell, Esq.
Does This Seem Fair?
The whole day today I have been really hungry. The folks are always wanting me to gain weight and when I want to eat more they get so confused and bullheaded about giving me more food. It’s pretty simple. You feed me. If I keep crying, you feed me more. I stop crying and I grow. I’m in a growth spurt. I heard them tell you about it at the hospital and again at the pediatrician.
I think they are attached to my clothes and can’t take it when I outgrow one of their precious “Wild About Mommy” or “Daddy’s Little Rock Star” outfits. Finally, they have gotten the picture and are feeding me more tonight. If they want to sleep they’ll keep it up.
Otherwise, there hasn’t been much going on around here today. Mommy went to work. Daddy sat at his desk and stared at the computer screen all day. His fantasy baseball team is tanking. I think I may see a grown man cry for the first time if it keeps up. Grandma Pyne is in town for a seminar, so I should have no problem getting the attention I deserve and get fed as much as I need.
That’s it for today. Time for Mommy to find the surprise in my diaper.
Izaak P. Mitchell, Esq.
Somebody Gonna Pay!!
Today is supposed to be my birthday; however, I made an executive decision to go ahead and get started on things a little early. There is much to do, and I had a feeling my parents would need the head start. And boy do they ever!! You should see these two. Fumbling around with my clothes, leaving my diapers with gaps so my pee leaks out on my clothes. Come on people! Get your act together.
And you should see the clothes they put me in. “Mommy’s Little Rock Star!” “Handsome Like Daddy!” Have you looked in the mirror recently Dad. And tonight Mommy put these weird little ladybug things on my wrists. I looked like a circus freak. Look out the next time you change my diaper Mom. I’m coming out guns hot.
Anyway, they try and I can only complain so much because they do change my diaper and feed me. By the way, I cry when I’m hungry. Get used to it. I come by it honest.
Since there are a lot of people that don’t get to see me on a regular basis, I thought I would get started early on my blogging and let you know what is going on around here. I’ll let you know what I’m doing, which is essentially a poop count and how much I am eating. I also plan on ratting out Mom and Dad on anything bad they do and make fun of them as much as possible.
That’s it for today. I need to go work on a poop and then hit the hay.
Izaak P Mitchell, Esq.