From The Mouth Of A Baby

Well we are home now and my room is cool. I have a crib, changing table, clothes, diapers, toys everywhere and a rocking chair. Hey, why is that dog in my room, I do not want that dog in here smelling up the place, keep him out. Yes, mom, you tell him, “Stay out Pepper”. Yes, my mom loves me. This is going to be a rough time if that dog keeps coming in my room. I want my room to smell fresh and clean.

What is that walking around in my crib? Yikes, mom says, “Bella, get out of there, be a good kitty”. Oh no, we have a kitty too. Why did they want to have me then? I do not know about this living situation. There is a cat, a dog, mom, dad and me all in this two-bedroom house. It is going to be tough to make friends with that cat, I can see already. It had better stay out of my bed.

I am only two days old and already I do not like this arrangement. I think I should be the only one in the house with mom and dad. I will have to do some thinking about how to get rid of those creatures. Even the cat is bigger than I am. I seem to be the smallest person in the house. I can get hurt very easy, you know. I am going to get my diaper changed. Why is everyone looking at me? My belly button hurts. Why is that thing still attached to me? Doctor’s, I bet they forgot to take it off before I left.

Mom is all smiles and dad is kissing her. Yuk, why are they doing that in front of me? I am only a little person. Stop, you can kiss me. I am hungry. Time to cry until I get my way. Mom is bringing me a bottle. Hey, why am I getting a bottle? That other baby in the hospital got something under her mom’s shirt. Oh well, I am hungry. Now it is time for a nap. I am exhausted.

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