Love

This thing they call love. What a strange and wonderful thing it is. I love my Mommy, Daddy and sister so much already and I was wondering the best way to show them - you know, I can't really just go out to Hallmark and get cards. So, I heard Mommy talk about how her love language (so many languages, so little time...) was acts of service. How wonderful! That is something I can be sure to provide - ways for her to serve me. So yesterday, I started the day off with a big ole stinky poopy diaper while she was feeding me, and, you guessed it, it leaked out all over my jammies. We had to go to the library for sissy and then to Target to try a different brand of diapers (hmmmm, I wonder why?)....on the way home, my ng tube cap came loose and I leaked out all my stomach fluid into my carseat. Mommy didn't look so happy, but it was another opportunity for her to serve me. I just wanted to show her how much I love her. That afternoon, in the new diapers she got, I pooped again. I must have held my bum in just the right way because it leaked out too! Man, I'm awesome at this love thing!! This time, I got a bath - even more service for my dear Mommy. :) I showed her how much I loved her by smiling and laughing at her as much as I could during the changing, cleanup and bath process. That night, while Daddy was watching me, I pulled a fast one and pulled that tube out of my nose. Sweet relief!!! Well, at least for a second. Mommy must have thought that was a real loving gesture because she got real quiet for a long time, had some watery eyes, and then jabbed that tube back into my nose (which didn't feel so loving to ME).

Maybe someday when I'm a Mommy, I'll understand why Mommy loves to scrape the poopy off of my back (because it just sounds icky to me now), but for now, I'll just keep on giving Mommy ways to serve me so she knows how much I care. :)

PS. I have a new trick. Even with the silly arm bands on (and silly is putting it mildly), I have learned to roll from my tummy to my back. This is great, except for one problem - you guessed it. It is the arm bands. They are in the way and my arm gets stuck under me when I roll on it (hey, I know what you're thinking and it has nothing to do with my round belly). Oh - this makes me SO mad!! I just don't care for the arm bands all the way around. Mommy says it is to keep me from pulling out my tube out. Call me Houdini - because I have figured out how to wiggle out of the arm bands as well. Mom is SO excited when she sees that trick. She always comes running with a look of surprise. I just flash her my gummy smile. :-D

Love to all - E2