It's me, Jonah. Guess what? I slept all night again last night. That's two nights in a row. Mommy and Daddy can't believe it when they wake up in the morning and realize that it's the alarm clock waking them up. Now if Mommy could just get in bed before 11:30.
Today was a pretty good day, but I was a little more fussy than usual. Probably teething, Mom thinks. I ate 29 ounces today, but I gushed up about four or five of that. Mom tried six ounces of the soy mixed with just two ounces of the Peptamen Jr. for my first bottle of the day, and apparently I can't handle that either. So it's either a whey protein allergy or lactose intolerance or both. Sigh. Anyway, Mom's not trying the Peptamen again unless I stop eating the soy. But I'm really eating great these last couple of days.
We went to Target today (again). Mommy had some things to return and a few things to pick up. When we got there, before Mom got me out of my car seat, I spit up all down my shirt and pants. Mommy gave up, buckled me back up, and we left. But then she put on her big girl panties, gave her self a pep talk, went through the Chick-fil-A drive-thru for a pick-me-up sweet tea, and we went back. She said something about it being society that says your kid's not supposed to go around covered in vomit and smelling funky. "We're not letting the man get us down," she said. I don't really know what any of that means, but back to Target we went. So just to show Mommy how proud I was of her, I puked all down myself again while we were standing at the return counter. Sorry, Mom.
And tonight Mimi and Papa (Daddy's Aunt Patsy and Uncle Bill) came over to give me my Christmas present.
Guess what they got me???
TISSUE PAPER!
I LOVE me some tissue paper.
Oh yeah, and it came with a cool, squishy, sock dog.
HOORAY!
Mommy says that somebody named Santa Claus is coming in a few days and will bring more tissue paper. We're celebrating about four or five different Christmases this year with different parts of the family. Mom says she better cut down on her photos per gift ratio or it's going to be out of control. She took 14 photos of me opening this one present. She's so silly.
Anyway, that's it for me for now. I'll catch you guys on the 27th.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Love,
Jonah
Jonah
