We had another poop party last night. My mom thought my dad was gonna put me to bed, but when he changed me, I gave him the invitation. Three times he cleaned me, and three times I made it so he had to clean me again. The fourth time, I finally got some good range. At least two feet I think. I got the table, my onesie, his shirt, the carpet, and maybe the cat. After that they gave me a bath, which was nice. Maybe we should have poop parties more often.

In other news, I’m up to 7 pounds, 6 ounces. I’ve got a feeling this weight gain thing is gonna be a real problem.