I am one month old today. A whole month. Seemed like I’d never get here. I hear that when I get older time will go quicker, but right now when I cry and mom says she’ll change me in just a minute, I can’t understand how she can think a whole minute isn’t a long time. I guess that’s what happens when you get old. She must be at least… a hundred months old I think.

There are a hundred people staying here at my house, all with weird names like Omi and Daddy. I heard that a bunch of them are going home next week but I don’t know who. I hope that one called Mommy stays here. I kind of like her.