Today the paparazzi came over to do my first professional photo shoot (well, OK, so it was just one lady, not a full entourage).  I was so nervous before we got started that I puked all over Daddy (and myself and the carseat).  Ha ha.  That serves him right for trying to keep me awake for 3 hours beforehand.  He kept putting me in that stupid swing, he gave me a bath, and then he fed me too much.
 
Of course, the pictures will turn out great since I am so adorable.  I didn’t like that she filmed me in my birthday suit and put stupid hats on me.  She was impressed though because I didn’t pee or poop on her!  Mommy, Daddy, Kendall, and Jordan even joined me for a picture.  Jordan didn’t really want her picture taken but she finally went and stood behind Mommy.  
 
We get a sneak peak of my photos in one week and get to see the proofs in two weeks!  I can’t wait!  Here are a couple pictures my Mommy took.  They aren’t my best ones though…

I have been getting the bottle for the past few days now.  It tastes the same as what I was getting from the boobie but it is nice since I do not have to work very hard to get the food out. 

I have also found sometimes I take in just a little too much and need to spit a little out.  This spray can cover a large area!  I have been getting my clothes, furniture, and even Daddy’s glasses covered in milk!  What fun.  I have tried to hit Kendall and Jordan but they move just too fast for me.  I will have to wait until they are sleeping I think.

OK, so I am not too happy with my middle name.  William?  Really?  We couldn’t get any more creative than that?  Daddy said he wanted to call me Westin Sheraton Thomas but Mommy protested.  I guess William was chosen since it sounded OK between Westin and Thomas and it matches Daddy and Mommy’s middle names.  Daddy is Stephen William Thomas and Mommy is Angelica Marie Williams Thomas.  So, we all have matching middle names.  I was also told that William was my grandpa Don’s grandfather’s middle name (he was raised by his grandpa).  And it turns out that Mommy and Daddy’s brother-n-law and nephew also have William for their middle name.  It isn’t a fancy middle name but I guess it works.

So, when I was born, I was way up in the 97th percentile for weight at 9 lbs 3 oz.  My mommy was so proud of my high marks.  Today, I went to the doc and she said I only weighed 8 lbs 4 oz and I am only in the 50th percentile for weight now.  They are starving me!  Help!  My Mommy is not going to be happy with me since I dropped in percentile so much.  They also measured my height today and said I was only 18.5 inches long.  Huh?  Last week the hospital said I was 19.5 inches long.  Did I shrink?  They claim I am only in the 5th percentile for length!  How can that be?  I also failed my first hearing test.  My Mommy is not happy with my low percentiles and failed test.  🙁  I better shape up soon!

I personally don’t think I look like either Mommy or Daddy.  Hmmm..  At least I have more hair now than Daddy did when he was 1 year old!  What do you think?

OK, so I have decided that I didn’t like the beds that Mommy and Daddy kept putting me in.  The best bed is on top of Mommy.  I have an unlimited heat and food source.  What can be better than that?  I don’t think Mommy is that keen with my bed selection but my scream is pretty loud so she doesn’t have much of a say in that one!  Ha ha!

I made it home from the hospital tonight to the welcome arms of my furry sisters Kendall and Jordan.  It is so great to finally see them after feeling and hearing them for months now.  I don’t even blink an eye when Jordan goes crazy running around the house barking.  It is so nice to be home!

Today I got out of the place they call the NICU.  Hope I never get to go back there.  All they did was poke me with needles and have all these sensors on me.

Now I am staying my first night with Mommy and Daddy. 

The new game I like to play is “How Much Can I Poop in 1 Hour”.  So far, my record is 3 times.  I’ve gotten 2 in a few times.  I’m really trying hard to hit 4.  We will see what tomorrow brings.

As my life goes on, things get better and better.  Today, I got to suck on a boobie!  Now it was my Mommy’s boobie but you have to start some place I guess.

My Daddy said I better get all I can the next few months because I’ll not see any more boobies until I’m 21 years old.  We’ll see about that one Daddy.