I'm two months old (eight weeks)! We celebrated pretty well. My mom gave me constipation and my dad gave me a cold. (I'm learning the art of sarcasm a little early.) After a few hairy nights, I'm feeling a little better. Mama was kinda frantic, making phone calls to Grandma at 1:30 in the morning. I think I've slept in every possible position and had a thermometer stuck, you know where, more times than I'd like to count (if I could count). They put my bouncer in the middle of the bed (not that I'm in the mood for bouncing) so that I could sleep upright. It's kind of hard to breath right now. They seem to think that the shoving that plastic bulb in my nose helps. I beg to differ. You know that Karo syrup really works for constipation? I'm pretty proud of myself for filling up my shorts the way I did yesterday. I even had to take a bath. I generally like baths. Mom steamied up the bathroom for me while she was taking a shower this morning. Even she was breathing easier. I guess they'll have to invest in a humidifier for future bouts of the common cold. My Mama says I'm a trooper, that's why I have this onesie on, see?