
Crumb § Harris Family, Inc.
Crumb § Harris Family, Inc.

Bridgette Antoinette Thompson
Hi, my name is Bridgette Antoinette Thompson. I was born February 17, 2015 @
about 8:00 p.m. It was a Tuesday. I weighed 7 lbs and 1 oz; and I was 19 inches long.
There were lots of people at the hospital; waiting, smiling, talking, waiting; doing nothing
constructive at all.
My Mommy and I were not smiling. I was working hard trying not to be born, and my
Mommy was working hard trying to make me be born. I really, truly wanted to be born
so I could see my Mommy, but I was scared 'cause there were waaay too many people
waiting to see me.
I felt it was okay for my Mommy to see me naked and without teeth and make-up, but
I just wasn't too happy about all the other people seeing me. I finally gave in and came into
the world, but as you can see, I was not happy. My Mommy was happy, so it was cool.
I now understand that all babies are born that way and clothes are put on them later. I
did not know that. Oh, and I also now know, all babies are born without teeth. Who
would have thought? So, in hindsight, there was no need for me to not want to be born.

My Tee Bettye calls me BAT. Sure, my initials are B.A.T.; but she leaves the periods
out and just calls me BAT. She probably means it affectionately, but I feel this might
go further. Soon, it might be DingBAT, or WomBAT, or BattyBAT. I probably need
to nip it in the bud, but I don't know how to do that...I'm just a Baby, after all.

This is my Mommy the night before I was born; big...but smiling.

This is me in my very FIRST outfit. Charming and Hope-to-Die cute; aren't I?
My First Week



This is my Fav-Fav Uncle. He came to see me in the hospital.
I am memorizing his features...he's memorizing mine; soon he
will be my b...my best friend. Life is good.


I'm sleeping like my Grandmother; hand in my face.

My Mommy put me to sleep. She did a great job, didn't she?

Just finished eating and I am too full and happy.
My Second Week


Somebody needs to feed me...I think.

This is my Mommy's Mommy; my grandmommy. She is putting me to sleep.
Great job GG. She told me to call her GG, which stands for GrannyGranny.

This is my Pa-Pa. Notice my eyes are open, I'm staring unblinkingly at him.
And...he's staring at the camera. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?! I must get
this straight...immediately if not sooner. It is one of my unalienable rights to
have undivided attention. Look at me...everybody! GG's eyes are closed,
now Pa-Pa is looking away. What is wrong with these people. I'm about to
have a conniption. Oh, and I have learned conniptions are in the genes.

(3/7/15) OMG! I cannot wake up; cannot open my eyes. And actually,
I can't think of a single reason to wake up just now. Later.

(3/8/15)

(3/16/15) Ugh...ugh...OMG! What the heck is this in my mouth?!! Ugh...I cannot
get it out!! Get it out!!! GG!...Pa-Pa!...Justin!...Grandmother!...Anybody!!...
Help meeeee!!!! I don't understand this. It's not like a bottle has to be prepared,
or warmed. My food is supposed to be ready...ALWAYS; right temperature and
everything. So why do I have this thing in my mouth!! GG...help me! Get it out!!

(3/16/15) So, I like sleeping with my hand in/on my face. What is the
issue with that. EVERYBODY likes to touch a pretty face. Why not me?!

I am just toooo dressed up. Billie Holiday-ish, jean leggings and boots. Diva.

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