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I made some cooing sounds around 3 and 4 in the morning, which Dad has gotten very good at addressing by the strategic use of a pacifier.  Mom and Dad are very anti-pacifier during the day, but some parenting website must have told them that it’s good when I sleep.  Anyway, I think Dad was hoping to slip out to work before I got up, but as soon as he got out of the shower, sure enough, Aunt Claire had just picked me up out of my bassinet.

Dad gave me a bottle and then couldn’t resist playing with me a bit since I was in my usual early-morning good mood.  After Mom got up and while he was putting his shoes on, I looked over at him across the room and he was so sad to leave me!

I took my morning nap from 8:00 to 9:30 and then — I know you’re all on the edges of your seats — I pooped!  Mom described it as “denser” than usual (Mom: I think you mean, “more dense”).  These cheap diapers that Dad bought can’t compete with the good stuff I was using before.  Not only did the fudgy goodness flow out of the Luvs, but I’m also getting an annoying diaper rash because the diapers don’t really absorb moisture very well.  Dad, spring for the good diapers next time?

I took my midday nap frmo 11:00 to 1:00 and then made a half-hearted attempt at a third nap that only ended up lasting an hour, from 2:00 to 3:00.  Mom and Aunt Claire and I went on walk to the park.  On the way there I was in a really, really, really bad mood because it was so hot outside!  I was burning up in my stroller — and of course, Mom strapped me in with all 72 harnesses.  I could barely breathe.  Once we got to Central Park and I was released from my entrapment I was in a much better mood.  On our way back home, we realized that there’s a movie being shot outside our apartment: Bride Wars.

Uncle Marty made the long drive into New York to see us.  Unfortunately, my bedtime keeps getting earlier and earlier, so I barely got to spend time with him.  Dad waited for Uncle Marty to arrive to give me my bath.  After my bath I hung out with Marty and then I disappeared for supper and my miracle-blanket bedtime wrap. 

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