Saturday, September 11, 2004

I don't feel good. I want to fuss. My tooth hurts. I can't wait for it to come through. Aunt Sherry says I'll feel better then. My nose is all snuffy today too. Aunt Sherry says it's because of rice harvest, whatever that means. I just know I'm miserable. Aunt Sherry put these awful drops in my nose then stuck this blue thing up my nose that felt like it was gonna pull my brains right out my nose. At least I can breathe better. Now I can actually drink my bottle. It's just a miserable day to be a baby.

Aunt Sherry took me next door this morning so I could supervise Mr. Johnny cutting a hole in the side of his house for a new door. I had fun telling him what to do, but I was ready to leave when he turned on this horrible, loud, spinny thingy.

Uncle Jason held me for a while today and rocked me in the rocking chair. Bless his heart, he tries so hard. He's never been a daddy to a baby before, so I have some extra training to do with him. Aunt Sherry laughed when I spit up on him. She just tossed him a spit rag. I just grinned at him, and he forgave me. He's gonna be easy! I'm discovering my power as a girl! All we have to do is grin and babble, and the guys just melt!

Well, I know it's early, but I'm tired. I hate being sick. It's yucky. Night night!