Driven to the Bottle

My first night at home proved to be more trying than I think we all expected. Mommy and I didn't get to bed until almost 7:00 in the morning, with Daddy only fairing a little better.

I tried to eat from "Mommy's Bar" all night long but I was just not getting enough to satiate my monsterous infantile appetite. By early morning Mommy had the bright idea to relent and finally give me a bottle of formula and not a second too late. From that point forward all was good.

Mommy was a real trooper - I've got to hand it to her - I tried her patience and she didn't put me outside for deer food.