Shockingly, Dad woke me up at 5:00 to give me a bottle. That’s right, I was perfectly happy, sailing past the seven-hours-of-sleep mark and Dad swoops me out of my crib and gives me a bottle. Now, I was probably going to get up soon anyway — I drank the bottle in record time. I didn’t really settle back into sleep so Mom got up with me while Dad was in the shower. She sound so perplexed when she asked Dad, “So, you woke her up? Why didn’t you just let her sleep?!”
After some eating, fussing, and playing, I got a bath. Mom and Dad trying to shift me from two baths a week to three, so I’m going to be even more fresh-smelling than before. Given my new habit of avalanche-pooping, a little extra cleaning is probably a good idea for everyone involved. After my bath, Aunt Isabelle came over for lunch. I was on my best behavior while she was visiting, even sitting with Mom at the table while they ate lunch.
After I ate and napped, Mom did a Tummy-Time-Trifecta. First, Mom tried giving me a back massage while I was on my activity mat. Then Mom put me on the Boppy to get some different angles at work. Finally, she put me on her tummy, which I liked the best.
So, it turns out that tummy-time is a huge challenge for me. As you recall, my head circumference is in the 77th percentile, but my weight is only around the 41st percentile. Lifting my head isn’t quite as easy as it should be. If only I had a little pea-head, my neck would be able to lift it up no problem. As it is, though, tummy-time could be renamed faceplant time, because I spend most of time face-down in a pool of slobber.
In the interest of mitigating another “poop watch” tomorrow, I filled two separate diapers with my muddy bowels. Dad likes to pretend he can’t handle it, but he always takes care of business for me.
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