3 days old. I was born at 7 pounds, 19 3/4" long. Ha, ha I tricked them, I look so innocent here. Little did they know that I would soon let the colicky side of my personality show!

3 days old. I've got to rest up, I've got some long wakeful nights ahead of me.

4 days old. I better warn them what the future holds.

Here daddy is holding me in the hospital.

4 days old. Mommy and me in the hospital, just before leaving to go home. She looks tierd. Her stomach hurts from the Ceasarian Section, and I was up crying the night before. She didn't want to keep me in the nursery that night because there was a mean nurse there who kept trying to shove a pacifier in my mouth even though I didn't want it. To this day I hate pacifiers.

Off we go, we are outa this hospital.

Grandma is holding me at home. I'm 7 days old here.

In the early days I would sleep on daddy. Even his snoring didn't bother me--the louder he snored, the better I'd sleep.

I'm 14 days old here.

This is ridiculous, I look like Gumby. I'm 16 days old here, it was the first time that I saw the outside world (other than coming home from the hospital).