No longer do I get the attention that I once did before "IT" came into our lives.

All the attention is focused on "IT".  Mom and Dad are busy catering to his every whim.  And meanwhile, I get shoved aside, like yesterday's news headlines.

My new baby brother's name is Wilson Patrick.  He was named after our two granfathers.  He is only about a week old so he needs everything done for him.  He cannot talk, sit up, feed himself, dress himself: everybody has to do it for him.  He is just a baby.  A spanking brand-new baby.

I know I am supposed to love my baby brother and all, but what can I do for someone who can't DO anything for himself?  All I can do is sit there and hold him on my lap while he squeaks and makes all sorts of "cutesy" noises or grunt (which means he's going to the bathroom ... GROSS!), or feed him his bottle, and make sure he's comfortable.

When Wilson cries, well, that's the worst.  He cries so loudly for a tiny thing it's a wonder he doesn't burst my eardrums!  It's all I can do to keep from wanting to get some ear plugs (think ear plugs commercial airline pilots wear)!  I have to practically scream over his howls to make my voice heard!

I'd like to be able to hang out with my friends more than I do now: Wilson has needs so I have to help Mom and Dad, especially now that I am not in school for the summer.  It's a pain.  

Rainy days are also bad.  Instead of hanging out with my friends or dong things I like, I'm helping Mom and Dad with "IT".  UGH!!

I wish I could exchange "IT" for a dog!  A dog would most certainly be a lot quieter!!