To Sleep, Perchance to...Eat?

The second night was a little rougher than the first. Mama and Papa are figuring out this feeding routine business. I kept telling them I was hungry, but they didn't seem to get it. I'll get 'em trained.

Mama's belly looks like a train ran over it. She says she's got "braces," whatever that means. She's up and about already, impressing the nurses with her recovery. Me? I'm just having trouble eating my mittens. I could land planes with these things!

Meanwhile, here's a bunch of pictures with me and my official fan club members: