Today was my fussiest day ever! I insisted on being held all morning and being fed every one and a half hours. I only let Mama eat half a banana for breakfast, and I made her eat her lunch standing up in the kitchen while she bounced me in her arms. I calmed down just in time to go to Mama's haircut appointment, and everyone at the salon commented on what a cute, sweet, and easygoing baby I was. Ha, ha. Aren't I clever?