One Week Old!

For those of you who were'nt there last night...I'll fill you in on all the sordid details. Yes, as you know, it was my one-week old party last night. And boy, did we "trip the light fantastic." I thought it was going to be just a small, intimate gathering with Grandma Bock, Mommy and Daddy...but when they rolled out the keg of breast milk...whoa mamma! I shook my groove thang (and my rattle) all night. It was a par-tay to remember...or not. I'm only just waking up now, and don't really remember a whole lot...but here are the highlights as I can best recall: drinking, spitting up, projectile vomiting. Clean it up. Do it again. What a wonderful night! At one point I remember Daddy getting jiggy in my playpen to Old MacDonald Had A Farm. And my Mommy was wearing a diaper on her head!!! Priceless!!!!! I hope somebody took pictures. If so, please forward them to me so I can use them as blackmail at a later date!!! I need to start stockpiling now. Oh, and if I offended anyone, just know that I have REALLY cute dimples and will make it up to you by smiling and clasping my hands together. Trust me, Daddy and Mommy say it's irrisistible. Ain't I a little stinker? Anyway, no more partying like that for this girl...I'm going back to sleep so I can get my manditory 20 hours a day.

On the serious tip, in case you were wondering that horrible diaper rash finally healed and the slight jaundice is in full remission. Shucky darn, that A & D ointment is truly a godsend! Thanks, Grandma!