I Love Uncle Andrew and Aunt Alysha, but not as much as my Mommy

Friday evenings I usually look forward to some nice supper, a bath, and a manicure before I put on my footed baby pajamas and call it a day.  Well apparently, once you pass the six week mark, your mother has this crazy notion that you are mature enough to eat from a bottle. A bottle! My "mother" had the audacity to use some automatic milk retrieval machine that takes my dinner, and puts it in a bottle.  We all know milk is supposed to go in my belly, not a bottle.  So Aunt Alysha and Uncle Andrew come over, and mother disappears to the bedroom.  They try to give me this "bottle."  Let's get this straight world, I AM A BOOB MAN!  Uncle Andrew and Aunt Alysha tried everything, god bless them.  Finally they gave up and gave me what I really wanted, bath time, aka naked time.  Though I don't smile or giggle, I do enjoy my baths.  Things smell good and Uncle Andrew makes my rubber ducks have funny voices.  The best part is when I get out and get lotioned and my hair done.  I also get kisses and cuddles any snuggles.  I love snuggles.  The fools tried to feed me again with that bottle thing with the fake nipples.  They duped me into thinking they were my mama by taking one of her old smelly shirts and putting it near my "nose."  Well, I don't actually know what my nose is, but I overheard them say something about that.  I ate this "bottle milk."  I was not happy about this.  It seemed to calm Uncle Andrew and Aunt Alysha down though, and at that point, I just wanted to shut them up.   Mommy finally gave me the boob.  This better not become a routine thing.  They were sweet to try though.

Uncle Andrew loves me so much.  I think I love him too.