Dermatologist day!

So I have a mild case of eczema (which mom diagnosed weeks ago). Dad was tasked with taking me to the doctor to get a prescription ON THE BUS. I was a dream child! This is me chatting with Dr. G.

Needless to say, it was easier to walk then take the Dodge Ram size stroller on the bus. We stopped on the way back to take the perfect Budapest selfie. 

And then I ended the night with my two dads!! 

Thing are looking up!

We're getting along pretty well, and actually sort of like each other these days! 

But the parents still keep a close eye on Pompom. They don't trust that she won't poke me in the eyes or pull my arms in unnatural directions. 

And dad's arms are getting a decent workout too! 

All day...

...every day. 

Ugh, I'm tired. Time for a nap. Mom wonders if I should be tested for narcolepsy. 

Vitamin D

Mom has been waiting for this day since our last trip to San Diego in October! It's sunny, it's quiet, and she's sitting on the balcony overlooking the Danube in a TANK TOP. Not only will this hopefully improve her skin tone, from opaque to slightly less opaque, but may improve her mood as well. Hating Budapest to kinda liking it during summer is a decent improvement, if you ask me! 

Meanwhile, dad and I went to the park and to get some cheap Hungarian lunch.

Still representin' the SD Chargers in Hungary! I'm dying for the beach and some In-N-Out. 

The first 30 seconds of mom's day...

1. I screamed in mom's face and then pooped in my pants.

2. That woke Popcorn up, who despises my screaming, who then kicked mom in the head. 

3. I spit up all over the bed, then sneezed in mom's face.

4. Mom looks over to see dad peacefully reading his Facebook newsfeed about food. 

Good morning! 

Vacation!

Mom couldn't handle Pompom and I alone (dad went back to work yesterday), with her stomach still healing...so I hung out with Aunt Sandra and the grandparents. 

Baby photo shoot.

Howdy, folks. Back in the great state of Texas (where I've never actually been, but love the accent), they're all about respect. Therefore, when a lady barged into our hospital room wanting to take pictures, I was a little taken aback. Dad was REALLY annoyed when she did this with Popcorn, but decided to go ahead with the pictures anyway (hoping we'd all love them later). Turns out, he's right. 

So here are my debut pictures at a whopping 36ish hours old.