Soo last Monday morning I wake up and can barely open my eyes. All I can see is this yellowish crust crap. So I think to myself, "Brady, have you hit the jackpot, have you turned your eyes into formula machines?" I didn't get a chance to try eating it, because my mom came into my room, swooped me out of my crib, took one look at me, and off we were to the doctor. They called it pink eye. I called it pure torture. Not only was it not formula, but my eyes hurt like hell and my parents kept holding me down putting these drops into my eyes. PURE TORTURE!!!
So then on Tuesday, I'm starting to feel a little more like myself. I have myself a bottle, and put myself to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and I was able to bark like a seal!! So I think to myself, "Brady, how awesome is this? You have a new noise to use, sickk!!!" Then my mom ran into the room, picked me up, and was all worried saying cough it out buddy, you're going to be ok. Um, duh mom, of course I'm going to be ok! Well she made me sleep in the swing the rest of the night (pure nausea) and in the morning what my mom calls a cough was much better. However, this "cough" thing wasn't so cool. I would do it, and then get this taste in my mouth, let me see...how can I describe it to you? Have you ever tasted breastmilk from a mom that drank Diet Coke....or how about formula that's been mixed for over 2 hours? Yeah, it tasted like that and with all of that, I was still getting my nose suctioned out for boogies. I think my mom enjoys it too. But however, that night I figured out this fantastic thing called crawling!! It is so freakin awesome, I can get into so much now! I love the look on my mom's face when I crawled by my Rascal, he threw up, and I played with it! So worth the nose suctioning!!! Oh and also, my Nana and Papa came to visit, we made beer, they went to that beer factory, and I pooped a lot. Here are some recent pictures:
This is a throwback picture to that year 2010. It was December, 60 degrees out, and we went for a walk. It was great, besides the hat.
Cool mom, yeah let's stand by the beer barrels. Like we haven't taken a picture like this before. I don't get why you think it's ok for a baby to be around so much beer. It boggles my mind!
Oh cool, yeah let's all take our picture by the barrels. I was ok with this until the manager who was taking our picture commented on my chubby cheeks. Look hombre, I may have chubby cheeks, but my chubby cheeks paid for your volvo out there, buddy! Get lost or we will have a problemo! See, I told you I was crabby lately.
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