Today I am four months old. And how did I get to celebrate it, by going to the doctor’s office. I was held, poked, weighed, stuck with a metal object, had my bottom worked over, and forced to sniff a funny liquid. I guess it was all worth it because I got a treat and also got to chew on the doctor’s black face.
The doctor kept telling my forever dad to do this and don’t do that. And yes to this and no no to that. I just sat and watched them carry on.
Apparently I am doing some things outside that I am not suppose to be doing. Can I help it if my attention is diverted to chasing leaves and trying to eat them. My sister leaves an appealing item out on the lawn that I have tried. The doctor told my forever dad that this was common and to get a product to put into my sister’s food to make it less appealing. What a Debbie Downer.
Yesterday my forever mom had a birthday. I celebrated with her by giving lots of kisses, just because I could. The little boys also came over to spend the night. I like it because I can get in my ear kisses.
Time for bed…