So today my mom tried to torture me. Next to "getting cut in my bad place" this was the worst experience of my life. Daddy kept reminding me that this was mommy's idea and he wanted no part of it. Kind of like when Caesar washed his hand's of Jesus sentence. Apparently she wants to remember what my hand looks like years down the road. If they keep pushing like this it's going to look deformed.
I thought the worst had passed and then they grab my feet. Are you kidding me. Why do you care what my feet look like? Feet are ugly.
Oh thanks mom - you crush my feet and hands into this gushy stuff and then you stuff a piece of rubber in my mouth as if that's going to make it all better.
Things were better later on though because I got to sleep with Grammie-O.
Dang it Sullivan. Quit snoring.
Sullivan do you always have to be in my pictures? Ride someone else's coat tails.
My friend Jessie came by to visit. Hope she knows how to change a diaper.
Finally made it home and I am exhausted. Just
chilling w/ mommy, daddy, big bro Sully and
grandma and grandpa.
I cannot figure out why mommy wanted to take one
of these so bad? These are horrible. Please note the
crying you hear in this video is the baby next door. He
was pretty upset I guess.





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