Oh my god. I just don’t feel like myself these days. When the evening rolls around, I get SO anxious and fidgety. From 6pm until midnight, all I want to do is fuss, eat, and fuss some more. I can only take short naps if Mom or Dad are holding me. They try to put me down sometimes, but my bed just isn’t as comfortable as Mom’s lap. Unfortunately Mom is worried her skin is going to graft to the leather sofa because I never give her a chance to get up.

In other news, I held my head up on my own today!

xo

-Tess