The other day Dad made me pose with a half-shucked ear of corn. What a rube.

Saturday night I got to try my first bottle feeding, with Dad "feeding me." I put that in quotations because it wasn't so much a feeding as a face-off. 30 minutes of frustrated ineffectiveness later it was discovered that the hole in the nipple end was too tiny. Now that I can actually get milk out of the bottle, we're all much happier.

Other notes:

-Mom's great and all, but do we really need to watch so many "Sex in the City" DVDs? I get it...they're really, really into self-loathing and men. How many seasons can we - ahem - milk that storyline?

-Mom and Dad also have been celebrating nailing down a nanny like they'd just liberated Paris. They need to get out more.