Boot Camp: Day 5, no wipe warmer yet. . .

Day 5 started with a nice breakfast shared with a memory consultant (pictured) shortly after my mammary consultant left.  Try saying that five times fast.  

Next up was taking up a swaddled supervisory position making sure that Dad properly assembled my recently acquired sleep swing.  You gotta keep your eye on the help, because I don't think I could handle free fall this young.

Then this happened.  Hey, belly full, I was so tired I couldn't keep the paci in anymore and I succumbed to sleep.  No problem, it's just an innocent nap.

However, then I awoke to this atrocious seen.  The "help" being no help at all, and I am no closer to swinging with this louse on the job.  

Next event at Boot Camp was some "tummy time."  Two problems folks.  A. Umbilical stump.  'Nough said, and B. My neck muscles don't work, I am five days old!

A pleasant passer by rescued me so I could survey my toy collection at present.   It worked much better to have the brightly colored lot waved in front of my approving eyes.

Then my girl Anika stopped by.  Anika means "beautiful face" in Hindi.  What? You think I don't read.  She's a little older, but man can she pull off a snowsuit.

Then more love from my friends Auntie L and Kaiya shouting out from The Land of The Beltway.  I was trying my left handed "shooter" on her but she wasn't picking up what I was laying down.

Then on to the Daily Mailbag.  It was from Kaiya, L, and Steve.

What a haul: a blanket, what my parents say is a GREAT book, a Giraffa camelopardalis toy, and some party-ready duds.  Another great day!  Goodnight Moon.