Sunday, November 11, 2001
(877 grams or 1 lb. 14.9 oz.)
Nothing much happened today. Dad read me my first book, "Chewy Louie," about a puppy that chews on everything. (I guess to prepare me for our dog Timber, who, while this was being posted, chewed on and punctured a can of "Pledge," spraying lemon-flavored furniture polish all over the living room.) My heart rate and blood pressure were both stable, and I didn't need any sedatives. Mom opened my diaper hoping to find "black gold," but she only found "Texas Pee." (That's a lot of pee.) She gave me a new diaper, (a bigger size to collect more pee.) The result? I was diaper'd up to my chin, I looked pretty funny. When Mom and Dad left, I was sleeping quietly on my tummy.
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