Point. Counterpoint.

Yesterday, the guards put the old-man tubes back in to uglify me and prevent my escape. (Yes, uglify is a word, look it up.) I have to say, I took it pretty hard. After all, in LA, you're nothing if you've been uglified. (No, uglified is not a word -- tough.)  But after sleeping on it for 23 of the last 24 hours, I've decided to put the best face on it and deal.

So imagine my joy when Mom countered the wardens with a cutification campaign. (Cutification should be a word. Let's start a petition together...) A little hat, a little pacifier, and voila! I'm back to being pretty darn cute. 

A few things you probably can't tell from the photo:  

1. I didn't gain any weight yesterday. Still at 1850 grams. Boo.
2. I had fewer drops in my heart rate yesterday, so maybe the old man tubes are working. Yay.
3. I am sucking on this pacifier like a champ. Maybe I'll learn to bottle feed soon. Super Yay.

All in all,  I'm going to have score this round:

     Guards 0,  Mom and Isaac 1