This just in: Mom has found a new form of baby jail…it’s called a “Ring Sling” and a “Woven Wrap”. I don’t think she puts me in it when I’m crying…mostly she puts me in it when she wants to like fold laundry or vacuum…which makes no sense to me because I do not understand why she would ever want to do either of those things…but hey I’m just a baby. What do I know of the adult world?

Til Mom’s next nap,

‘Liver

Hi there, reader.

Oliver Penn here.

And yes…I am a baby…clearly an advanced baby because I am writing a blog. Mom doesn’t know. Shh. Don’t tell her. I don’t want to spend more time in “The Swaddle” than I have to.

People don’t know how hard it is to be a baby. So that’s why I’m here. For enlightenment. Check back from time to time to see some adorable pics (of me…and sometimes of my cat sisters), snarky commentary on life, and pensive observations about baby life in and out of The S.

Til Mom’s next nap,

-‘Liver