1 week down, and I'm spent! It's been a crazy week. A couple days in the hospital, and then suddenly I found myself in this thing called a car, driving around the city. At first traumatic, I then discovered that the car is quite comfortable and an excellent place for a nap. We spent a few days with some friends, which was good, 'cause sometimes Mom and Dad just didn't know what to do with me, so their friends helped. Then we moved back into our temporary apartment for a bit while we wait on my paperwork and get Mom good and checked out by the doctors. Like I said, it's been tiring. Day and night I've been working hard crying, eating, pooping, and stretching. I also have this little magic trick I do where I bust out of my clothes only moments after my parents get me dressed. Sadly though, I'm told it's not an original trick, apparently some guy named Houdini beat me to the punch. I really don't understand why Mom and Dad seem so tired, it's not like they are doing anything these days!