You, sir, are no Jack Kennedy!

I am a pretty smiley guy, and I like it when people talk to me. I have started to recognize people too. My face especially lights up with a big smile whenever I see my Mom. I love "talking" to her; I laugh with joy sometimes when I'm nursing, and I feel so happy cuddling up next to her to fall asleep in her arms.

Up to now, I've been waking up about 3 times a night: at 2 (to eat), 5 (to eat), 6 (gas?), and 7 (for the day). My Dad decided that my Mom needed a full night of sleep so he sent her to a hotel to sleep for the night, while he tried to put me to sleep and feed me a bottle all night. Hello? Who does he think he is??! I screamed when he tried to thrust that plastic thing into my mouth. I cried and cried but my Mom didn't come. I was so sad and passed out after an hour of crying. After that night, I stopped waking up at 2 am. My Mom suspects it's because my Dad slept through my 2 am crying, effectively "crying it out", but my Dad asserts that it's not possible. Too bad I can't talk because oh the stories that I would tell...