The World at 6 Weeks

I've hit the 6 week mark according to the parental units. Yep six whole weeks with these folks... wondering when this visit comes to an end. Besides their constant babbling in my face and slobbery kisses, they keep confusing me -- handing me off to other faces. I feel like it's some sick game their playing. These OTHER people smell different, look unfamiliar and in general just aren't going to work out long term. So far they've all gone away in a couple hours so I seem to be safe from prolonged exposure.

Oh, and the other day Mom had the gall to laugh at me in a particularly delicate state. Here I was lookin' fly in my Peace, Love and Rock N Roll shirt and then I had an accident. Rather than quickly tend to my needs, she reveled in a good laugh at my expense! I was mortified! How can I pull off being cool and all "rock n roll" when I'm nothing more than a loser smeared in poop. Even got the car seat. It was bad. Luckily there were no paparazzi near by to memorialize my low moment.