My mom took me to the physio and after she told me about the massage I would be getting I was really looking forward to it. When we first arrived he seemed like a nice enough guy...that is until he got his hands on me! That place is like a torture chamber man!!!
Thank goodness we are getting a weeks break before we go back...I need time to improve on my kick, cause I'm hoping I'll get him in some vital organ the next time.
But have I mentioned that crick in my neck seems a lot better and my tummy is not as sore, go figure!
On Sunday it was my Dad's birthday and I decided to give him a nice present...so I went 7 hours between feeds and let the parentals get a bit of sleep....but I won't be doing that one again any time soon, wouldn't want them to get too used to it.
Otherwise I have a new favourite game...I pretend I'm sleeping, my mom puts me in bed, I wait 5 minutes and then I cry so she picks me up...I can do this over and over and over and over... shall I go on?
This is my face when mom's irritating me
But I can be more charming as long as she feeds me the good stuff!
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