My Fat Formula

Today my mom and I went to the doctor.
The doctor drives my mom nuts with my weight. Today when we went for our weight check we were thinking heavy thoughts and we knew everyone in the family was rooting for me to be heavy.
My weight today was 8 lbs 8.5 oz!!!!!! I gained 9 ozs in a week and I don't have to go back to that stinky doctors office until my two month appointment in three weeks!

Mom and I went and got more "magic" bottles at the hospital that our favorite feeding specialist set aside for us. My parents must really love me because those bottles are as expensive as 14kt gold. Our new bottles that are working so well for me are called pigeon bottles. I am really glad my parents found them because they help me eat. Mom laughed when we picked up our supply of bottles because the packaging and all the directions are in Japanese. How are we supposed to read that, I barely know english.

I will still be on my "fat formula" until my two month doctors appointment. Mom calls it fat formula because it is supposed to help me get fat. My dad really wants to get rid of it because it makes me throw up sometimes. It is really heavy in my tummy, but it helps me win the gas blowing contests against my dad. Boy can I toot with the best of them.

Mom and I are looking forward to our shower with Aunt Laura and Carter on Saturday. I can't wait to meet everyone. Dad is going to go do boy things with Uncle Aaron and "Uncle" Robert. Uncle Robert isn't my real uncle but I love him anyway because he likes to hold me and kiss my head. He is going to go swimming with us in the Dells when mom and dad take me on vacation. Uncle Aaron, Aunt Laura, Carter, and my Aunt Princess, Uncle Robert, their boys and also Grandma Kathy and Grandpa David are all going with me to the Dells. I can't keep track of who all these people are and how I am related to all of them. I think they belong to me but so many people hold me I forget who everyone is. I remember my mom and dad.

On Saturday my furry brother Fred is going to get some boot camp training. Mom says he better shape up otherwise Fred is getting shipped out. I don't know what that means but my furry brother Louie told me we all better be on our best behavior or we are kicked out of the house. Louie says mom means business. Now that Fred is "healed" from whatever it was that was causing his accidents we know Fred is faking it. The boot camp trainer is coming early on Saturday before my party. I'll let you all know if Fred gets kicked out of the house.

I better get back to work. Bubbe says I need to work hard and these last few weeks I have been working hard on eating, I guess I better learn a new trick.