Almost two weeks

As Matthew (!) Broderick said in the opener of his great movie "Ferris Bueller's day off": "time moves pretty fast!".
Already two weeks have passed since the day I saw the light and every day I like it better. Milk's coming my way consistently (just need to cry a bit and there it is); I can sleep when and how long I want (although I feel that mom and dad prefer that I sleep longer while it's dark); every day I get to go to the spa (mommy puts me in bath and gives me a massage). There's really nothing to complain about.
Every day when dad comes home, he makes the same funny faces to me. I wonder what he wants. Why does he stick his tongue out? Why does he moves his eyebrows? Like it's difficult to do that. I could do it too, if I wanted... aaaah.... maybe that's what he wants. Next time, I will copy it. Easy, but if it would make him happy... why not.
Mommy is so sweet, she sings to me, she holds me so tight, she makes sure I have everything I need. Every time whem I open my eyes after a nap, I see her smiling at me. So much love...