I woke up overnight at 3:00 and had a snack with Mom (since it was before 4:00) and then got up for my bottle at 5:30. Mom had a meeting this morning, so Dad, Aunt Claire, and took for the office right after my bottle. We usually make a pitstop at Starbucks, but it turned out that it wasn’t open yet because the “key holder” hadn’t arrived. The baristas were just hanging out in front of the door.
Dad tried to get me to amuse myself, but I wasn’t really having much of that. I took a quick nap in my car seat on his desk, but after a few minutes I got quite irritable. I screamed and screamed while Dad got my bottle ready, which really seemed to annoy him because a couple guys had already gotten to work and I was clearly causing a disruption. After my bottle, I refused to take a nap. I was just plain old cranky. Finally I fell asleep for about an hour around 9:00. When I got up, Mom was there waiting for me and we headed back home (and I slept for most of the walk).
I started making a new kind of noise today as I continue experimenting with my communication skills. My new sound can really only be described as a squeak. Mom’s attempts to immitate the squeak were pretty bad. I think this is the first thing I can do that she can’t!
I made up for my crankiness by taking a 3.5 hour nap in the afteroon. I got up, ate, and then was in a really good mood while I hung out with Aunt Claire. She eventually had to leave for yoga and she and I met Dad down in the lobby to save her a couple extra minutes (he was running late). When we got up to the apartment, I started screaming again, but quickly fell asleep while he carried me around. Dad seemed really sad about the death of Tim Russert.
I got up and screamed a lot more; Mom correctly guessed that I was hot and would be a lot happier with fewer clothes on. So, I stripped down to my diaper and became a much happier camper. I ate supper with Mom (before she took off to hang out with Aunt Ali at The Duplex) and then Dad put me to bed around 8:45.
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