Life has settled into a semi-regular cycle of feeding and sleeping now. I usually wake Mom and Dad up around midnight, at 3am, and again at 6 or 7 am. It really just depends on how feisty I'm feeling. Mom's fajitas from the night before also play a role.

On weekend mornings Dad gets me up early to watch lame foreign movies. He knows Mom won't watch them with him so he's hoping I will. Fat chance. This, more than anything else, has led to my very early efforts to roll over. My God, if I see another French or German subtitle I'll puke. Oops, I just puked anyway.

We watched a pre-season baseball game yesterday afternoon. I wanted a more thorough explanation of the strike zone, but all I got was this rambling diatribe about "that idiot Denkinger." Denkinger? I think we watched that movie Sunday morning. It sucked.