Shat myself awake again this morning. Not a great start to the week really.
Managed to get myself into a standing position today. Honestly, never felt so alive! Was on top of the world. Shouting and laughing. Then realised I couldn’t get down and cried into the sofa till I fell over.
If I do have to wear clothes when we leave the house, fine. But at least let me pick them. They’re obsessed with dinosaurs and stupid trains on everything. Why can’t I have something I like on the front of my jumper? Like glasses. I love grabbing those things.
Got really angry today. For no reason. It felt good. Started laughing. This made me sad. Cried for a bit. Being me is exhausting.
I wish they’d stop wiping my face all the time. Not everyone hates snot. It gives me character. Come to think of it, they’d look better with a bit of it on their face. Will share some tomorrow. I’ve got loads to go round.
Debuted my crawling this afternoon. It was time to do it in public. Been rehearsing in secret for ages. Big people went batshit crazy. Haven’t made that much noise since I pissed on the dog.
I wish they’d stop asking me what’s up when I’m crying. You wouldn’t understand, man. It’s a baby thing. Sort your own problems out.
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