Excerpt from Manuscript E

Day 126 after my big coming-out party:

Life has become so exhausting.

If it weren't for my habit of constant napping, I would be a total basket case. I mean, the Mom wakes me up at nearly the crack of dawn every day, and then it's go go go for hours and hours! She'll clean, or she'll read in her big book, or she'll move things around - sometimes she even walks and walks outside to get to some place with lots of lights and bunch of stuff in bags and boxes, then walks all the way back, and all the while she's walking I'm stuck in the rough, bouncy chair, where I can never get a good afternoon's sleep.

If it's not one thing, it's another. When she does pay attention to me, do you think it's to fawn over me and feed me constantly? NO! She's always trying to get me to use those things at the end of my legs on the ground - I actually do quite well, as well as the Mom and the Dad. I mean, how complicated could it be, one leg in front of the other? There are times, sure, when I step on my own end-of-legs, but who doesn't? And why bother with it, anyway? I mean, it's much, much easier to just get carried where ever I need to go. I need to be sure to remember to let the Mom know that I would like that arrangement to prevail from now on.

The lady with the curly, messy hair called the "Nana" has been watching me quite a lot lately, too. I like her, because she hardly ever puts me down and she takes me outside all the time. Plus, she never tries to make me use my end-of-legs, and she feeds me whenever I cry. See, now, that's how things should be. I'll leave a memo for the Mom soon.

Until then, please pray that I'll have extra stamina for the tough days I've been having.

EGW

PS: My recent culinary experimentations have been quite exciting. So far I've tried big red things and yellow things. They were both delicious.

PSS: The other baby called Nolan is very interesting. More on him later.