Today, an adopted grandma from church, Linda, came over to hold, feed, play with and watch you all morning and afternoon so that Mom could pack some boxes in the kitchen. Your fingernails were really long and sharp, and Mom was laying in wait for a good quiet moment to cut them. In the meantime, Mom put these awesome little sock gloves on your hands that we got from the hospital to keep you from scratching things. They look like miniature white, fuzzy boxing gloves. When you wave your arms around while waking up, it looks like you are training for the ultra-ultra-ultra featherweight title.