Damn you Ferber

The weekend started out awesome. I got to go on three stroller rides around the lake. Once with my mom and dad, once with Mom's friend Beth and my buddy Garrett, and once more with just Mom and me. I looove being outside. There are so many new noises. I watch the planes every time they go over. There are all sorts of people too. Some of them have dogs, some of them have wheels instead of feet... I'm enthralled.

It was great to visit lots of family too. Dad took me down to Grandma and Grandpa Peterson's on Saturday morning. I hung out with Aunt Sandy. We had fun.

I had a hard time sleeping Saturday night. I was up early and kind of cranky. And that's when things got weird. Someone stole all of my pacifiers, cause no one gives them to me anymore. I can't sleep without my pacifier, people! Then, I think aliens took control of my parents. They stopped coming in when I cry! Sure, they check on my at ever lengthening intervals just to make sure that my murderous screams don't mean I'm actually being murdered. But they don't pick me up, don't search the house for my PACIFIER, don't rock me, don't nurse me, don't sing, don't ANYTHING!!! A simple "It's okay, go to sleep," doesn't cut it!

On a completely unrelated topic, I have slept better the last two nights than ever before. Man this feels good! Funny, I still wake up in the middle of the night, but for some reason, I can fall back asleep. Weird.

Look how good I sit up.

Ok. I need some quick help sometimes. Look at my Dad go!