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 I woke up really early this morning and had two half-bottle feedings before taking a quick nap in the morning.    I’ve been way fussier recently, which Aunt Claire and Mom keep calling “pissed.”  Usually going for a walk calms me down pretty well, but today I screamed like crazy when Mom took me out.  I’m getting really hot in my stroller, first because Mom insists on harnessing me in using all 87 straps and also because I think I’ve outgrown the newborn insert in my stroller.  Speaking of my stroller, I think my stroller/car seat/base set just got recalled!  That’s not safety first at all.

So, I totally lifted my head during tummy time!  Mom was so excited and tried to grab the camera to capture the moment.  Sadly, all she captured was a face plant.  I also took a nap with Mom, which was fun (apparently she found it funny, too).

I had a hard time falling asleep this evening.  Dad put me in my bassinet for a while but I cooed and cried and until he came back in.  He took me out of my bassinet and put me down on his bed and laid down with me for a while.  I calmed down and fell asleep in the bed until Dad moved me back to the bassinet when he and Mom turned in.

Oh, and G’Obama! 

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. 

There were four pretty cool parts of my day today.

First, I hung out with three friends today.  We had brunch at Fairway Cafe with two of Mom’s and Dad’s friends, Alex & Kate.  It was pretty cool to hang out with them, especially because they are such avid readers of my blog.  They made one of the very first comments on my blog and even subscribe to my RSS feed!  That’s so cool!  Unfortunately, I was pretty tired and it was kind of crowded so they didn’t really get a chance to hold me.  Oh well, next time.  Aunt Ali also came by and hung out with us for a couple hours and during her stay poured pickle juice on her skirt. 

Second, Fairway Cafe wouldn’t let us take the stroller to our table.  Instead they made us take the car seat out of the stroller and set it in an upside-down high chair.  It was definitely the least secure I’ve ever felt, but I have to admit that it’s pretty cool and whoever thought of that idea was pretty smart.

Third, we saw two famous people at brunch.  The first was Frances McDormand and the second was Joel Coen.  Ok, so, maybe the fact that they’re married makes it less impressive, but still, pretty cool.

Fourth, I must be pretty advanced, because I seem to have skipped the whole three-naps-a-day thing.  I took two really long naps today- one from 7:00 to 9:30 and 1:00 to 4:00.  I slept around 8:45; we’ll see if the nap schedule changes my overnight sleep pattern.

 Unlike most mornings when only toss and turn a bit before announcing to Dad that I’m ready for my bottle, I bobbed in and out of sleep for a couple hours.  Twice Dad got up and started warming my bottle, only to come back in to the bed room to find me fast asleep.  Finally, around 5:30, I was ready to eat.  Dad was clearly pooped, but we got through the bottle uneventfully.  Dad tried to play with me for a while, but by 6:30 I was screaming loud enough to wake Mom up in the other room (and poor Claire must have already been up for a while!). 

Mom fed me again and then all three of us took a nap (Dad was asleep as soon as Mom came in).  I woke up at 8:30 to eat and then I ate again at 9:30.  Dad was on a mission to clean the apartment (for the last time this summer!) and in his exuberence he woke me up while mopping the floor in the bedroom.  Aunt Claire went out to interview for a babysitting gig and Mom had yoga, so Dad and I went to Starbucks so I could nap and he could get some work done.  We met Mom after yoga and then headed home to wait for Uncle Steve to visit us.

Uncle Steve finally got here a bit after 3:00 and he obviously has held lots of babies before because he was super-comfortable holding me.  Mom and Dad put me to bed for an afternoon nap at 3:30 but I was up by 4:15.  So much for that attempt.

Finally he and Dad left to have some guy time and Mom, Aunt Claire, and I went to Patagonia to exchange a jacket that Aunt Claire accidentally screwed up.  Then we went to Therapie for Aunt Claire to look around but we ended up buying a $23 bottle of baby sunscreen.  Wow, I’m expensive.

We met Uncle Steve and Dad in Central Park and walked back to the apartment.  Mom, Dad, and Uncle Steve had dinner plans and Aunt Claire was nice enough to stick around and take care of me.  Mom fed me a bit earlier than usual and Dad put me to bed around 8:00.  It’ll be interesting to see how long I sleep tonight!

I know what you all really want is a new photo album, so we’ll get started with my most recent photo album, covering the time between my getting out of the hospital and until my two month birthday:

http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf

I got up a bit earlier than usual — around 4:30.  Dad was happy to get up, feed me, and get an early start on the day.  It was a bit more painful for Aunt Claire, who wanted to head out with Dad, but who didn’t come back from her date until after midnight (but she was up and out on time)!  I overheard Dad saying something about how I wasn’t going to be dating until I turned 30.

My day was pretty uneventuful, though it’s beginning to be an issue that I don’t always take an afternoon nap.  I’m getting into a pattern where I wake up and have a bottle pretty early in the morning.  After that, I’m in a great mood for an hour or two and then I get hungry (hey, don’t forget I’m sleeping nine hours without a snack!).  After I eat with Mom, I’m ready for my first nap, which usually lasts for an hour or two.  I’m hungry and playful and generally pleasant to be around again until my second nap, which usually starts around 11:30 or so.

Then all bets are off.  I haven’t settled in to a routine for an afternoon nap and I often end up fussing the afternoon and early evening way taking only little cat naps if Mom’s lucky.  So, I think the goal is that by the time Mom goes back to work, I’ll have settled into a three-nap-a-day routine.  Who knows if we’ll get there, but if I’ve learned one thing about my parents — they’ve always got a plan concocted.