Those Aren't Pillows!

Being in the real world makes you hungry! Since being born a little over two weeks ago, I just always feel famished. Poor Mom...she has to be there every time I eat for some reason, so I've gotten really good at verbally letting her and the tall man - Dad, his name is Dad - know it's time to feed. The system seems to work pretty well: I project my concerns and I get rewarded with food, except when they try to 'console' me by putting me in the swing or putting the pacifier in - Let's go people, we're wasting time.

By the way, happy Father's Day to all the tall men out there. I bought my pops a whole bag of colored candy treats...and he didn't even have to cry to get them. Come to think of it, I'm not sure what he did to deserve it. At any rate, he can taste the rainbow while I hit the bottle: that would make a good country song.

So, my relationship with the parents is good. My relationship with the dog is still a little touch-and-go. He does seem to have lightened up a bit. The family has gone on a couple of family walks now that the new vehicle seat and stroll contraption have arrived. Even though it's very strange for me to be rolling around looking at the world from a chair inside a vehicle, I often find myself just nodding off to sleep. But then as soon as we get back, I'm ready to eat again! Speaking of which, I gotta go...