I am beefing up.

The nurse from Tuesday came in this morning and had to do a double take. She thought I was a monster. I'm approaching 2 lbs you know. Grandma will be happy to hear. She's always asking mommy about my weight. You know those Italians you didn't have enough to eat until you can't move. You should all be proud I'm up to 4cc per hour now. It seems like eating is the one thing I have mastered. Once again, there is no denying my daddy. He's not Italian, but he knows how to eat like one. Can you bring me in some cannoli, the good ones with the chocolate on top?