Since today was a Saturday, Dad had no plans to wake me up for my bottle. But unlike the previous three nights when I would have slept well past 5:30, this morning I started fussing at 5:00. I had my bottle at 5:15 and then fussed around before eating again (with Mom) at 6:00. After I ate, Mom stayed up to write some emails and she put me in bed with Dad for a nap before I ate again at 8.
Dad was pretty tired and Mom decided to take me for a walk to get some breakfast so he could get some more sleep. Our first stop was the bagel store at 72nd Street Bagels where we ran into Uncle Chris (Coyne) and his friend Petar. We walked for a couple blocks with them and then Mom sat on a bench outisde Central Park and ate her bagel while she talked on the phone with Grandma Sherry. I of course, slept through all this. Then Mom called Grandpa Jim and we stopped by Starbucks on the way home to get Dad his favorite drink (caramel macchiato).
After we got home, I ate and played with Dad before all three of us left the apartment. Dad and I walked Mom to her yoga class and then Dad and I walked to Central Park. I was still asleep, so Dad pushed me through the park while he talked to Nana Haifa and Grandpa Yagan. We went to Starbucks (my second trip of the day!) and Dad did some work on his laptop (while neglecting to actually buy anything). We went to The Food Emporium to buy some milk but when we went to check out, Dad realized that he had forgotten his wallet.
We hung out at home for a couple hours (during which I ate twice) and then we headed for my third outing of the day! This time we went to LensCrafters to pick out a new pair of glasses for Mom. She spent about an hour trying on a bunch of different glasses. Dad kept suggesting crazy outrageous frames and Mom kept picking out super-conservative ones. Then it was Mom’s turn to forget something: her prescription. Dad and I ran back to the apartment to get it.
Mom and Dad had been talking all day about giving me a bath today. But they kept expecting me to poop and they figured they’d hold off on the bath until the poop. Well, sure enough, 8:00 rolled around and I still hadn’t pooped. So Dad gave me a bath (and Mom was convinced I’d poop in the bathtub). I came out all fresh and clean, had a quick snack, and fell asleep for the night.
margaretyagan 
Hi, Maggie –
Grandpa’s new favorite photo is the one on this page……….where you are soooooo not amused! He thinks it shows character and individuality. Ask your mom about that. She will be able to appreciate it – coming from Grandpa.
Hope it is as beautiful in NYC today as it is in Dow!
Have a happy, fun-filled week, Maggie.
Love you lots –
Grandma