He may look peaceful here, but the steroids are definitely taking their toll on Daniel's disposition. If he's awake he's fussy, which is such a change from his normal calm demeanor. Unmedicated, he really only cries if he's hungry, tired, or needs to burp.

He may also soon learn the meaning of the expression, "Don't bite the hand that feeds you." Given that he is not fed by hand, but, rather, by a much more delicate part of my anatomy, food could be in short supply if the biting habit doesn't exit with the steroid. They said he could be "meaner" than usual, but it was hard to imagine what that could entail in a three-month-old.

Earlier this week, before we established the infirmary and when the temperatures were in the 70s (as opposed to today's 50s) we grilled our first burgers of the new season. Edward was quite excited, even though he had to stay inside while the grill was firing. New word in the Edward lexicon: "han-ga-bur-der." Translation: hamburger. We usually don't reinforce his pronunciation by repeating it ourselves, but this one was too good to resist. When he asked for more, I said, "More hangaburder?" He said, "No, Mommy do it." He knows it's not right, but can't quite get his lips retrained.

Also, did you know that Baa baa black sheep had "bean bags" full of wool? I always thought it was "three bags" but Edward will not be dissuaded from his version. This will come as no surprise to many of my friends and some family members who have enjoyed laughs over the years at my expense when I have belted out words and phrases that bear only a phonetic resemblance to the actual lyrics.