There's been a recent development regarding my koala blanket.  Despite Mom and Dad's strict adherence to Dr. Karp's expert swaddling technique, my feet have started popping out.  Although Mom's first reaction was to assume that something about the blanket had magically changed (cut her some slack, she's very sleep-deprived as of late), it dawned on us that I was growing out of this thing so Mom ordered me something called the Miracle Blanket.  I wish it would hurry up and get here, for everybody's sake.

P.S.  No, I don't usually sleep with Mr. Peanut.  Mom just put the jar there to give some perspective on how tiny my feet are.