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I woke up at 2:30 and ate with Mom.  I ate again at 5:30 (a bottle, with Dad) and was pretty much up for the day.  We had to be quiet all morning because Uncle Danny was asleep on the fold-out couch in the living room.  We were going stir crazy so we decided to go run some errands to keep the apartment quieter.  We went to Bed Bath, scouted out a mani/pedi place for Mom and Aunt Claire, and hit the old standby, 72nd Street bagels, quite possibly for the last time.

When we got back home, I finally got to meet (well, I was so young last time we met I just don’t remember) Uncle Danny.  He’s weird because he always seems to have a camera stuck to his face.  The good thing is that I had a lot of choices for the blog.

And the afternoon was one to forget.  I was in such a bad mood.  I didn’t want to do anything, especially not sleep or play or poop.  And since sleeping, playing, and pooping are most of what I do, that left a whole lot of screaming and shrieking. 

When Dad got home, Mom and A/C finally got a respite from me (to get a mani/pedi), but I didn’t let Dad off the hook.  I drove him so crazy that he gave me a bottle at 7:30 and put me to bed for the night.  Not only was it rare to get a bottle in the evening, and rare to go to sleep so early, but he didn’t even bother to warm up my bottle! 

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