Wow, I had my best night’s sleep in weeks — I didn’t get up a single time between 8:00 pm and 5:30 am. When I got up I was in a great mood, ready for a fun day. As usual on the weekends, Dad got up with me, gave me a bottle, and took me downstairs to start playing together. Well, working is probably a better description. Dad took apart my crib and lowered to the middle setting. He and Mom were starting to get worried that I might be able to use the mobile to pull myself up and then fall over the rail!
Then we went downstairs and played for almost two hours (with little diversions like laundry & cooking barley). We had a lot of fun! Around 7:30 we took off for a walk (shockingly, to Starbucks!). We got there and Dad started working on his laptop while I looked at all the passers by and especially the other babies also at Starbucks. All of a sudden we realized we had a visitor – Chris…and his new dog, Watson.
Now Dad usually keeps animals far away from me, but he let Watson get pretty close. It was pretty cool. As soon as Chris sat down, though, Dad started showing me off. First we put me on the table and showed Chris what a good sitter I am. And then of course, he got me to pull myself up into a standing position. I think I stood up for longer than I ever have — to the point where Chris called it an “Olympian feat!”
We took the long way back home and after he changed me, I could tell he was excited about what was to come. I got in my high chair and out came the chunkiest, lumpiest barley ever! He seemed pretty hesitant about feeding it to me — and I’m sure Mom never would have let it anywhere near me. But he fed it to me and I ate it (only gagging a couple times).
Mom came downstairs and I hung out with her while Dad went running and then went off to Chris’s house to watch the Bears game. We played a lot and then decided to go for a walk and we swung by Chris’s, too, where we hung out with Dad, Chris, and Monica. By dinner, Dad had made a new batch of barley that went down much more smoothly, saving the chunky barley for when I’m older.
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