Life is good. My brother loves me. My parents adore me. My house keeps me warm. And I smile. A lot. I love to see mumma's face. It makes me happy every time she just says hello. I can make her heart melt in under one second. She's easy. We also talk a lot. This week I found my voice so we've been carrying on quite a few lengthy conversations. Every conversation ends with her saying "oh you're SO cute".
I'm not as hungry all of sudden. I think maybe I was having a huge growth spurt the last week or two but things seem calmer now and I can sleep longer between feedings. Which means mumma gets to sleep a little more at night. When mumma sleeps more, the house is in order. When the house is in order, we're all happy.
We had a lot of visitors this week and I've had a blast with kids to play with (Hilberts and McLaughlins). All of our visitors come with gifts for my brother and I. Mumma keeps trying to explain to me how spoiled we are. I'm starting to get it now... and its pretty sweet.
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