I didn’t sleep quite as long as usual last night, waking up at 3:45 — just less than six hours of overnight sleep. I downed my bottle really fast and was all set to drink more. Dad went to warm an additional couple ounces of milk, just like usual, except this time he failed to tighten to lid and it all leaked out into the pot of water. He was so sad! I fell right back to sleep, but only until 5:30, when I woke up to eat again. I was still tired and so I napped until 8:00.
After breakfast, Mom and I got ready to go for a walk with Aunt Jennie and her sister-in-law Amy who has twins! Aunt Jennie is so cool! She’s really nice and really friendly. I hope I get to hang out with her more while we’re in New York! Mom was sneezing a lot — I thought I was the only sneezer in the family.
Then the weirdest thing happened. Some guy walked up to us while Aunt Jennie was holding me and said “Is it the Christ child?” Um. I don’t know much about religion, but I’m pretty sure that guy knows even less. For her part, Jennie replied, “maybe.”
We got back home and I ate lunch and then I became a fussball. I took a nap and ate and fussed a lot. Dad came home early because Mom had her 6-week postpartum doctor’s appointment. I was screaming bloody murder when Dad came in and at Mom’s suggestion, he immediately loaded up the stroller and took me for a walk out to the park. I laid out and got some shade and fussed a little more, but nothing that a little stroller ride couldn’t calm.
We got home and ate and then pretty soon Aunt Jess got here. She came all the way down from Boston to meet me and to hang out with my parents. She’s awesome! She’s spending the weekend with us so hopefully I’ll get a lot of quality time with her. And then, as if I hadn’t hung out with enough of Mom’s and Dad’s friends today, Uncle Marty came over. It’s so nice that he’s been over to visit us every week. He kept saying how fat I’d gotten since he saw me last 10 days ago (which Dad pointed out was abotu 25% of my life ago!).
Finally I fell asleep around 10:15. I think Mom and Dad would love it if they could get me to sleep 10-5 every night. Ha.
margaretyagan 
Dar Maggie –
I have teased your dad since before you were born, because he believed his child was not going to cry! He has done an amazing job with the “five S’s,” and I know you don’t cry very much.
When I saw your picture today it made me sad. You look so pitiful – even if you’re mad. I wanted to dash over to Central Park, scoop you up and smother you with kisses!
I hope you have a happier day today. Being a fussball is, obviously, not very FUN!
Hugs and kisses, Miss Margaret –
Grandma