Day 10

I don’t know what it is that mom is eating, but it sure is making me stink. I finally got past the whole meconium nonsense. I think the doctor said something about dijon mustard. I have no idea what that is, but maybe it’s something nice? My favorite thing in the whole word at this time is leaving little presents for Daddy. I know he likes it because he is always smiling. Sometimes, though, I have really bad gas and cry really loud. I think Mommy and Daddy really like that. They keep putting these silly things on my hands. I can’t really pick my nose or scratch my face when they do that. What’s the deal?