For these past months I have had to rely upon others to fulfill my needs. Got a poopy diaper? Cry. Get changed. Feelin' peckish? Cry. Get fed. Getting sick of lying in my bed? Cry. Get picked up. What a drag!
Now, I am happy to report, everything has changed, or at least started to. I have taken up the bottle! Er, I'm able to hold the bottle. Look and be amazed!
I am so pleased by this development that I will be trying to assert my independence in other ways in the near future. Yes, that's right, I will be rooting for the Bears on Sunday. Feel the burn.
4 comments:
Time to switch to the Bears diapers.
Not while you're living in my house.
It's good to see that my prayers, and Gino's, for Moose's young sanctification are "bear"-ing fruit.
BTW, I bet if you shoft to Bears diapers, the young fan of the Staleys will potty-train quickly to avoid soiling them. :^)
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