Even
though the doctors and nurses and everybody else at the hospital were really nice to us,
they had this annoying habit of waking me or my Mommy up every hour or so to do something
or other. We got really tired of it, and my Mommy says she was really glad to get out of
the hospital and back home so she could get a good night's sleep. (Of course, I had other
ideas about that.) Here's a shot of me and my Mom lying on the sofa at home. She still
looks pretty pooped, but she's feeling a lot better. And now, of course, we have my Dad to
take care of us!
These are two
pictures of me lying in the car seat my Grandma bought for me. "But they look the
same. Why are there two pictures here?" I hear you saying. Well, if you look closely
at the first one, you'll see that I have my eyes open. I'm checking out my Dad, wondering
if he's going to make that bright light flash in my face again. In the second one, I'm
wiggling around while looking over at my Mommy just in case he does. Of course, I looked
so cute in both of these photos that my Mom and Dad just couldn't choose, so they put both
of them on my page for you to see!
Here I am in my little
blue outfit. My Dad calls this the "papoose shot"-- I guess 'cuz he thinks I
look like an Indian papoose baby in the bigger version of this
photo. Silly Daddy.
Here's a shot of me and my Dad
"face-to-face". We're having a serious conversation-- I'm telling him a thing or
two about life and how it's supposed to be lived. There might be hope-- he kinda looks
like he's getting it, don't you think? We'll see.
Last for now, but
certainly not least, is this picture of me and my Dad. My Mom took this one when we were
walking around the bedroom together. I think he's a pretty proud Dad. What do you think? Let me know.
Back to On to the hospital.
Last updated: 12/22/2000, Brian Beinlich.
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