Dear Diary (installment #2),
My Big Sister is trying to steal my thunder. She keeps waking up Mommy at night to use the potty, often right after I eat. Why can't she just go in her pants like I do?? Mommy praises her, but meanwhile won't talk to me when she feeds me at night. If I could stand up, I would stomp my feet and pout. So unfair.
In an effort to get some attention at night, I've figured out how to manuever a 180 turn in the crib, while remaining swaddled. Impressed? Yeah, I got the moves like Jagger.
Hugs and drools,
Baby Zoey
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