I opened my mouth and cried when I wanted more. I'm not sure that they are going to keep giving me the carrots. I hear it might have given me a tummy ache, but I think they just don't want to change all the dirty diapers that it gave me. Nurse Shelly said that was normal and to give me carrots again this weekend, but can we really trust her after she stabbed me in the legs THREE times?
In equally exciting news, Kimber Todd Morris was born this morning. I hear from the Cuddler that we are going to visit him this weekend. That will be good. I'm going to go ahead and give him the run down on nourishment from the Walmart and CARROTS! What in the world can be better than carrots? I will also get to see one of favorite gal pals, Addie Lee.
If you see the Cuddler or Morning Guy, please encourage them to keep feeding me carrots. I also heard that applesauce could be coming my way. Don't let the dream die!
Showing posts with label The Plum's view. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Plum's view. Show all posts
Thursday, December 3, 2009
CARROTS!!! and other exciting news
I knew they had been holding out on me. Finally, Wednesday night they came forward with the goods. CARROTS!!! It was delicious. I ate them with a spoon. That was a whole new experience.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Can you hear me now?
As I have mentioned, the Cuddler took me to Dr. W for my vaccinations last week. My height and weight were at the 50th percentile but my head was at the 75th to 90th percentile. My head is enormous. That is why my Thanksgiving hat was so small on me.
While we were at Dr. Ws, she asked how I was sleeping. The Cuddler said that I will go to sleep around 10 and sleep about 4 hours then I have another bottle and sleep until 5 or 6 but not without a fight. She said that I don't want to go back to sleep after I take my bottle. See, what I like to do is lay in my bed for 10 or 15 minutes after the Cuddler gets into bed and starts to drift off to sleep and then I SCREAM for her!!! Doesn't this sound like the most fun??? It can go on for hours. What happens is...she will come in there the second that she hears me and say something soft and sweet and give me back my paci and I will be real still, then she leaves, gets into bed, starts to drift off to sleep, then I startle her and we repeat the game. This little routine gives her a false sense of security that I'm asleep, thereby allowing her to go to sleep, then I stike again!
Well, Dr. W was unimpressed by this little dance. She asked why the Cuddler keeps coming into my room. The Cuddler explained that she only comes back when I cry. They both agreed that there was nothing actually wrong with me during this time, and Dr. W said the Cuddler should let me cry. Can you believe it?
Well, the Cuddler didn't give into this nonsense until Friday night when we were one hour and 4 rounds into the game. I was winning at this point but she decided she did not want to play anymore. Since we had already played for so long, I gave in after two minutes and went back to sleep. The next night she didn't want to play but I was feeling rested so I didn't give in so easy and after a few minutes she gave in. I could hear Addison growling and barking from the kitchen telling the Cuddler to check on me because she was worried about me. Last night was same song different verse. We made so much noise that Morning Guy just went ahead and got up for the day at 4:30. I think part of this is his fault though. I keep hearing him say that I am fine and she should let me cry. I know if I can get him out of the picture that I could break the Cuddler. She is weak.
Dr. W said I could start yellow veggies to help me sleep through the night but of course, they have not given me any yet. Another example of them withholding food from me.
Here is my picture from my first day of daycare. I'm wearing a pimping Winnie the Pooh outfit that Miss Robin gave me. It was like catnip for the ladies.
While we were at Dr. Ws, she asked how I was sleeping. The Cuddler said that I will go to sleep around 10 and sleep about 4 hours then I have another bottle and sleep until 5 or 6 but not without a fight. She said that I don't want to go back to sleep after I take my bottle. See, what I like to do is lay in my bed for 10 or 15 minutes after the Cuddler gets into bed and starts to drift off to sleep and then I SCREAM for her!!! Doesn't this sound like the most fun??? It can go on for hours. What happens is...she will come in there the second that she hears me and say something soft and sweet and give me back my paci and I will be real still, then she leaves, gets into bed, starts to drift off to sleep, then I startle her and we repeat the game. This little routine gives her a false sense of security that I'm asleep, thereby allowing her to go to sleep, then I stike again!
Well, Dr. W was unimpressed by this little dance. She asked why the Cuddler keeps coming into my room. The Cuddler explained that she only comes back when I cry. They both agreed that there was nothing actually wrong with me during this time, and Dr. W said the Cuddler should let me cry. Can you believe it?
Well, the Cuddler didn't give into this nonsense until Friday night when we were one hour and 4 rounds into the game. I was winning at this point but she decided she did not want to play anymore. Since we had already played for so long, I gave in after two minutes and went back to sleep. The next night she didn't want to play but I was feeling rested so I didn't give in so easy and after a few minutes she gave in. I could hear Addison growling and barking from the kitchen telling the Cuddler to check on me because she was worried about me. Last night was same song different verse. We made so much noise that Morning Guy just went ahead and got up for the day at 4:30. I think part of this is his fault though. I keep hearing him say that I am fine and she should let me cry. I know if I can get him out of the picture that I could break the Cuddler. She is weak.
Dr. W said I could start yellow veggies to help me sleep through the night but of course, they have not given me any yet. Another example of them withholding food from me.
Here is my picture from my first day of daycare. I'm wearing a pimping Winnie the Pooh outfit that Miss Robin gave me. It was like catnip for the ladies.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Baby Bulldog!
Today was a great day. My great grandmother, Mammaw Ina, visited us for the football game...
and I smiled and laughed for her. She was so much fun. Then the Bullodogs won their game!!! The Cuddler and Morning Guy seemed surprised.
How good does my booty look? Thanks Mrs. Kathrine and Corban!!
and I smiled and laughed for her. She was so much fun. Then the Bullodogs won their game!!! The Cuddler and Morning Guy seemed surprised.
How good does my booty look? Thanks Mrs. Kathrine and Corban!!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thanksgiving
I am thankful that this bunch has kept me alive in spite of themselves.
In the beginning,the Cuddler was trying some sort of "do it yourself" feeding program. Luckily, my pediatrician, Dr. W, told her that I was starving. I only gained one ounce in the two days after we left the hospital. Dr. W said she was going to label me failure to thrive because I could not gain back to my birth weight. So, she explained how the Cudller could get my nourishment at the Walmart. It was at this time that Morning Guy first started making his morning appearances with the bottle. To prove Dr. W right, I gained 7 ounces in one day on the good stuff from Walmart. I suspect that the "do it yourself" program was the cost saving brain child of Morning Guy. I hear that he won't even buy the Cuddler real cokes, only Big K.
Even though I am thankful that they are actually feeding me, it has not been without its set backs. First, the Cuddler used the wrong scoop on a couple of my bottles so they were only half strength! Most recently, someone (who asked to remain nameless) kept telling the Cuddler how I needed to eat every 3 hours instead of every 4 hours. As it turns out, the person thought she was making me my regular 6 ounce bottles but she was only making 4 ounces! She needs to wear her glasses!
Most recently, Morning Guy tried to over dose me. The Cuddler told him to dissolve half of a prevacid for me. Well, Morning Guy heard prevacid but not the half part. He gave me twice my dose! This seemed to particularly irritate the Cuddler even after they determined that I was going to live. She was going on about how I had been taking prevacid for seven weeks and Morning Guy still didn't know how much I took and that it was printed right there on the package. She seems to have gotten over it. However, I understand that this may be a trend for Morning Guy. The cat in the garage, GmGm, tells me that one time, she was on antibiotics, and the Cuddler asked Morning Guy to give her the medicine. Well, when the Cuddler went to give GmGm the next dose the following day, there were still two pills in the bottle. The Cuddler questioned Morning Guy about this but he swore that he gave GmGm a pill. So, she asked where he got this pill. Apparently, Morning Guy gave GmGm some of the Cuddler's migraine medicine (which was also clearly labeled). I will no longer accept medicine from Morning Guy for my own safety.
I am beginning to think that the Cuddler is haboring aggression towards me. On Wednesday she took me to see Dr. W and allowed her nurse to stab in the legs three times with sharp sticks?!? What is the meaning of this? The Cuddler called it my vaccinations. I understand from Izzy and Addy that they too have been subject to these vaccinations. Please tell how I can avoid these in the future. I will share more details of this visit in my next post.
Here is a pic of me that the sadist took in a hat that my Nonnie bought me that is clearly too small. It even left a ring around my head.
This morning, the Cuddler sent Morning Guy out to buy a tree. I have to find out why she would do such a stupid thing when we have trees in our yard.
Love, the Plum
In the beginning,the Cuddler was trying some sort of "do it yourself" feeding program. Luckily, my pediatrician, Dr. W, told her that I was starving. I only gained one ounce in the two days after we left the hospital. Dr. W said she was going to label me failure to thrive because I could not gain back to my birth weight. So, she explained how the Cudller could get my nourishment at the Walmart. It was at this time that Morning Guy first started making his morning appearances with the bottle. To prove Dr. W right, I gained 7 ounces in one day on the good stuff from Walmart. I suspect that the "do it yourself" program was the cost saving brain child of Morning Guy. I hear that he won't even buy the Cuddler real cokes, only Big K.
Even though I am thankful that they are actually feeding me, it has not been without its set backs. First, the Cuddler used the wrong scoop on a couple of my bottles so they were only half strength! Most recently, someone (who asked to remain nameless) kept telling the Cuddler how I needed to eat every 3 hours instead of every 4 hours. As it turns out, the person thought she was making me my regular 6 ounce bottles but she was only making 4 ounces! She needs to wear her glasses!
Most recently, Morning Guy tried to over dose me. The Cuddler told him to dissolve half of a prevacid for me. Well, Morning Guy heard prevacid but not the half part. He gave me twice my dose! This seemed to particularly irritate the Cuddler even after they determined that I was going to live. She was going on about how I had been taking prevacid for seven weeks and Morning Guy still didn't know how much I took and that it was printed right there on the package. She seems to have gotten over it. However, I understand that this may be a trend for Morning Guy. The cat in the garage, GmGm, tells me that one time, she was on antibiotics, and the Cuddler asked Morning Guy to give her the medicine. Well, when the Cuddler went to give GmGm the next dose the following day, there were still two pills in the bottle. The Cuddler questioned Morning Guy about this but he swore that he gave GmGm a pill. So, she asked where he got this pill. Apparently, Morning Guy gave GmGm some of the Cuddler's migraine medicine (which was also clearly labeled). I will no longer accept medicine from Morning Guy for my own safety.
I am beginning to think that the Cuddler is haboring aggression towards me. On Wednesday she took me to see Dr. W and allowed her nurse to stab in the legs three times with sharp sticks?!? What is the meaning of this? The Cuddler called it my vaccinations. I understand from Izzy and Addy that they too have been subject to these vaccinations. Please tell how I can avoid these in the future. I will share more details of this visit in my next post.
Here is a pic of me that the sadist took in a hat that my Nonnie bought me that is clearly too small. It even left a ring around my head.
This morning, the Cuddler sent Morning Guy out to buy a tree. I have to find out why she would do such a stupid thing when we have trees in our yard.
Love, the Plum
Monday, November 23, 2009
It's a girl!
Morning Guy has spoken of a "little girl" but I have not met her. Today I found out that the Nelsons are going to get a little girl. The Cuddler and Morning Guy said this was great because we would be friends. I could use some friends so I did my happy dance.
However, my joy turned to anger when I heard that Riley said I should stay away from his little girl because I was trouble!
However, my joy turned to anger when I heard that Riley said I should stay away from his little girl because I was trouble!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The Plum's view on feeding
I am worried. I'm being intermittently denied food. I should start at the beginning. Let me explain the control freaks...the main perpetrator is "The Cuddler." She kisses and snuggles me constantly. "Morning Guy" typically carries out the Cuddler's orders first thing in the morning, hence the name.
They both start off giving me what I want, the bottle, but a couple of ounces in, they both snatch it out of my mouth and start beating me on the back. I am unsure of what I have done to anger them, but I try to communicate my disdain by whining and crying out. The Cuddler just smiles stupidly and tell me how cute I am. Morning Guy claims that I am crying like a little girl. I don't know what a little girl is, but she must be fierce. The only thing that intimidates them is when I belch in their face.
As if this is not bad enough, I understand that the Cuddler frequently withholds food from others that live here. I have befriended a feline name Sassy who lives on our front porch. She claims that since something called "the baby" came along she is lucky if the Cuddler remembers to feed her. As you can see her bowl is empty. She is also missing her tail. I must find out if this is a result of the Cuddler's anger.
Addy, a canine in the kitchen, tells me that the Cuddler is responsible for acquiring our nourishment at a place called The Walmart so I should not anger her further by resisting her kissing and snuggles.
Izzy's lips were sealed. I suspect that she was intimidated by Morning Guy or that she receives black market nourishment from the Cuddler.
Wish me luck. I will report more on the sadists later.
Love, The Plum
They both start off giving me what I want, the bottle, but a couple of ounces in, they both snatch it out of my mouth and start beating me on the back. I am unsure of what I have done to anger them, but I try to communicate my disdain by whining and crying out. The Cuddler just smiles stupidly and tell me how cute I am. Morning Guy claims that I am crying like a little girl. I don't know what a little girl is, but she must be fierce. The only thing that intimidates them is when I belch in their face.
As if this is not bad enough, I understand that the Cuddler frequently withholds food from others that live here. I have befriended a feline name Sassy who lives on our front porch. She claims that since something called "the baby" came along she is lucky if the Cuddler remembers to feed her. As you can see her bowl is empty. She is also missing her tail. I must find out if this is a result of the Cuddler's anger.
Addy, a canine in the kitchen, tells me that the Cuddler is responsible for acquiring our nourishment at a place called The Walmart so I should not anger her further by resisting her kissing and snuggles.
Izzy's lips were sealed. I suspect that she was intimidated by Morning Guy or that she receives black market nourishment from the Cuddler.
Wish me luck. I will report more on the sadists later.
Love, The Plum
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