7 Weeks

Its pretty busy being a 7 week old boy. Its all "hey there, hey there" to try to get me to smile. Come on, I may be 7 weeks but I'm not dumb! I smile when I want to smile, when I pass gas - isn't that when everyone smiles?

Well, this week was pretty cool. That so-called "mom" lady left me alone with the "smelly guy" and the one they call "Grandpa" for a while. Mom went to Christina's baby-shower in Manhattan (apparently some far-off place where my parents rarely venture). In Mom's place, I was left with a bottle and, boy, was I hungry! I actually did surprisingly well considering Mom was off galavanting and drinking mimosas. I didn't freak out too much and the Grandpa guy held me for a while too.

My Dad is back to work during the weeks these days leaving me totally alone with Mom - how cool! We take little walks and she gets froo-froo drinks with names like latte and well, latte. We then hang out all day. Its pretty cool. She holds me. Occassionally I yell for room-service:
"Change me!" "Wipe me!" "Hold me!" "Feed me!"

Yes, I communicate a lot with !exclamation marks! I find that I generally get better service from Mom and Dad the more I demand it. Hey, a kid has to have standards.