It gets cold out here. I don't like that at all. I also don't like baths, even though they are sort of warm and wet...like my soiled diapers, which I also don't like having changed. Maybe I just dont like being clean.
I do like christmas tree lights, and any other multicolored lighting wonders. And patterns -- mom's polkadot pajamas, dad's plaid shirt, whatever. I like mom's milk, a lot -- so much so that sometimes I do get a little overexcited and swallow a bunch of air. I like long hair, although I'm not coordinated enough to really grab onto it...yet.
I really like sleeping on people. It's so, so, so much better than sleeping by myself. First there's the body heat, and the heartbeat, and the breathing...heck, I even like daddy's snoring. Even when it's right next to my ear.
I have a bad habit already: I like to lull grownups into thinking I am stable and calm and sleeping on their shoulder, balanced and sexure...and then I suddenly muster all my strength and dive head-first in whatever direction is most dangerous. Scares the hell out of them...and out of my mom, who thinks I'm going to break my neck.
Most of the time, I like driving...it puts me to sleep. But every once in a while, I really hate the car seat.
I don't like my room. But that's because the only time I really spend in it is when daddy's changing my diapers and clothes...NOT my favorite activities. In fact, I think of it as the "baby torture chamber." So I go ahead and get upset as soon as we go in there, just to let them know that I'm wise to their sinister plans.
Still, being out here is pretty nice. Beats being born...that was uncomfortable!
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