Chill'n

Life in my crib (and when I say crib it is actually a crib and not some ridiculously large, garish house MTV wants to take b-roll of) is sort of lonely.  However, sometimes I use the down time in between eating and sleeping to just chill and reflect on my youth with some Cristal (the term Cristal in baby code means breast milk or formula).

I’m sure when I am a bit more developed, I will most certainly be able to figure out a way to escape and MacGyver my way out to freedom.  Sort of  like that Native American guy who fooled everyone and could really talk and escaped the mental institution by throwing a sink through a wall in “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”.

Until then, I suppose I can just use my forceful lungs to cry out for someone’s attention/manipulate if I need my butt wiped, a swarovski encrusted pacifier, my Evian-filled bath or some breast milk at ROOM TEMP ONLY and none of that 'store it and serve it to me a teensy weensy bit cold because you're all tired nonsense'. You know what they say about good help, but for the most part this life as a newborn baby thing really isn’t half bad.