It's not that I'm judging you for being grouchy from time to time. Really, you are a very content child except when you're sitting in a steamy pile of your own poop, which I can't really blame you for. You also occasionally find it necessary to loudly alert the world that you are moments away from withering away entirely since, thigh rolls aside, clearly no one has fed you in days. To be fair, I get sort of irrational when I'm hungry, too, so you probably inherited that. Otherwise, you're pretty pleasant.
I've been thinking a lot about this, and I bet it's tougher to be a baby than we adults give you credit for. I would hate to find someone wrangling my arms into layers of clothing without my permission or always assuming I wanted to be spoken to in high pitched voices. Also, I've noticed that people always have their faces right up in your face with their tongues sticking out, and I bet that's irritating.
So really, I have compassion. I do. It's just that I sort of wish that mandated tummy time was the absolute worst thing on my agenda.
Love you to the moon and back,