Sitting up
I thought that I should let all my rabid fans out there (yes, the two or three of you!) know that I am feeling much better.
I was quite happy and normal yesterday. But for good measure, I threw up one more time. Papa wondered how so much vomit could come out of such a little body (so now he doesn’t call me fat, go figure)! I was quite good with a few projectile shots too!
But enough about puke. I am now practicing how to sit up. After all, the ruler of the household must be able to oversee and command from his throne, must he not? Unfortunately, I keep getting distracted by colorful toys or the TV remote, pounce on them, and tip over. Yesterday I grabbed hold of the remote and turned the TV on. It was not loud enough so I bumped up the volume a notch. Mama and papa were suitably impressed.
Wait till I move around so that I can build my own thermonuclear device! That thing will blow a lot more chunks than me! I think I’ll disguise the trigger as a TV remote…
Baby Isaac
