From The Mouth Of A Baby

I woke up so many times last night. I was in a box thing that rocks when someone touches it. Mom calls it a bassinet. I wanted to be held and cuddled. Most of the time I was so hungry, I need to cry very loud to get attention. The dog doesn’t like me, I can tell. That cat is always peeking in my basinet. I hope she stays out of here.

Dad is having a problem changing my diaper. I made him sick this morning. I wanted to laugh, but I was so hungry, all I could do is cry. Mom said that there are people coming to see me today. Wow, people want to see me. I hope they do not have to touch me or take me away from my mom.

Grandpas and grandmas, cousins, aunt and uncles and even friends of mom and dad came to see me. So many people and I don’t remember any names. I only remember one aunt and I have decided I am going to give her trouble. I will make her not want to call me funny little names. She thinks she is funny, but I will show her once I am more settled in.

Right now, I have to keep an eye on that dog and that cat. They are out to get me. I heard one grandma say to keep that cat out of my basinet or I could get hurt. Now, everyone is worried about what the cat can do to me. I have to find out what that grandma’s name is so I can be nice to her.

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