Hooray!
Today I am officially three quarters cooked. That makes me about medium rare I think. Mom says I have to get to at least medium well before I can come out and see everyone. She says I'm cooking fast though. I got yelled at yesterday for kicking her too hard. I caught her in the ribs. I thought it was funny. Mom did not. My dad reads me stories at night, too. I love listening to him and I wiggle all over when he reads to me. Mom's doctor says I'm perfect so far...of course. I was asleep when we were at the doctor the last time, so I didn't get to kick the heatbeat monitor and make a loud noise. Oh well, next time. I'm going to go back to sleep and keep cooking cause it's getting cramped in here and I want out soon!



