
There is one room in our house that I never use – the bathroom. I bath in the kitchen sink and do “those” things anywhere I want. Adults are funny – they always go to the same place (like cats) to do “those” things.
Whenever I yawn, my parents also yawn. Whenever they yawn – nothing, I ignore them. There must be some wrong wiring in their brains. Poor things; imagine being in a room full of sleepy people (e.g. in a classroom) where every now and then someone yawns … Typical herd instinct.
I didn’t tell you the biggest news. I am not colic anymore. It happened when I was about 10 weeks old – I just decided to change. I don’t cry for hours like before. Now I cry suddenly, for mostly short periods and for no reason. And then I often smile. I am neurotic now. My cry also changed. Before I used to cry like a little goat. Now I cry like a cat, like a big cat. I am a tigger now. And you know the wonderful things about tiggers?
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one
This week our household was struck by a cold. Mom was the first one to get it although she was better in a few days. My dad fared much worse, he is still recovering. And me, I was fine. I know why. I got all those antibodies from my mom through the milk. If I were a doctor, I would recommend (instead of all those over the counter medications that only suppress the symptoms) breast milk! Especially from those women that are having a cold. I know this is too radical for this conservative culture …