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Day 11 (Friday, 3/21): Thumbs Up

on March 22, 2008

Where’s My Thumb?

I woke this morning to my first snowfall — and it was coming down hard.  Aunt Claire flew in from Wellesley to spend most of her spring break with me and our family.  The “blinds guy” finally came to fix a few of the blinds that weren’t working in throughout the house and he just kept saying how cute I was!  Not a bad way to start the morning, for sure.

Dad spent most of the afternoon apartment hunting with Grandma Yagan, while I spent the whole afternoon being passed around among the loving arms of Aunt Sarah, Aunt Claire, Grandma Sherry, and Mom.  The big talk of the day was the scheduling of tomorrow’s road trip down to Bloomington, IL to meet my great-grandma and my great-aunt’s and great-uncle’s family.

I then watched the second TV show of my life, the Little House on the Prairie series premiere / pilot, with Mom and everyone except Dad.  I’m really starting to see the differences between my parents, as this show was quite a contrast to the Tim Russert show I watched with Dad. 

I really made Aunt Sarah smile when I sucked my thumb for the first time.  I had been nibbling on my fingers for the last few days, but with a little encouragement from her, I finally got the hang of it.  And as soon as I did, I was rewarded with dozens of flash bulbs going off, as the moment was recorded for posterity (and this very blog). 

I was much hungrier yesterday than usual.  I often had trouble making it through the regimented two-hour break between feedings.  Luckily, when Dad’s not around, I can usually convince Mom to eat earlier.  Like I said earlier, I’m definitely learning my parent’s idiosyncrasies; the next step is exploiting them.

Anyway, I was much fussier than usual yesterday evening, probably because I was so hungry.  The whole thing through my parents off schedule and I didn’t end up getting to bed until 1:00 am.  I only slept until 4:45 and pretty much kept Mom up until 7:00 am

This was definitely the worst night I’ve had since coming home from the hospital.  I can see the look of fear in my parents’ eyes — maybe the honeymoon is over?

Haning in My “Activity” Gym


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