Trying to adapt

I guess this place I've been living is called home, but I'm still a little shaky about being here. I definitely know mom's smell now and when I smell her pick me up, I assume it's feeding time. She kisses me a lot and it always tricks me into thinking it's time to eat. Dad also kisses me all the time and plays jokes on me a lot. He can let me cry when there is no reason for me to cry, but mom is a sucker and always picks me up. I guess I need a new trick to make dad baby me all the time because my hysterical screaming doesn't work. I have been treated like a baby doll since we got to this place with mom putting outfits and hats and headbands and shoes on me. I don't really like being dressed up all the time, but there's not much I can do about it. I did get to meet grama and Aunts Jill and Erin and Uncle Noah. Grama held me a lot and rocked me to sleep and sang bye-o baby bye-o a lot. She really knows how to handle babies better than mom does. Aunts Jill and Erin also were here and they took a lot of pictures of me and I'm still seeing spots. Aunt Erin always added more blankets to me because she always thought I was cold. Aunts Jill and Erin also stayed up late with me when I didn't feel like going to bed early like mom. I like baths and don't cry until I have to get out of the warm water because it's so cold, but then I always take a long nap. I'm eating really well and gaining weight with no problem. I guess mom and dad aren't doing too bad a job with me and maybe sometime soon I will stop crying so much and enjoy my awake time.