I woke up on the early side again (6:15) and Dad finally came to get me at 6:30. I hung out in the bathroom while he took his shower and then we came downstairs. I played with Dad until he fed me breakfast and then he took off for some meetings.
Grandma Droste and I played all morning. We sang songs, read books, played Elmo and the teapot, and even did some birdwatching (which Grandma claims is the #1 pastime in America; Dad was highly, highly, HIGHLY skeptical). It was a bit warmer today, so there were more people out and about for us to people watch. They seemed to be in better moods with the snow having melted, as many of them returned my waves!
I’ve now learned to swat away the trick pacifier, so the process of getting to my real pacified has been made much more efficient. Dad, you like efficiency, right?
We went for a morning walk across Division. We met a big black dog named Charlie which I got to pet. When we got home I got to play in the yard on my awesome slide. Grandma even taught me how play with the flowers and leaves — very gently!
Lunch was great — I ate a lot and drank a lot of milk! After lunch we put on our hats and coats again and walked to Wicker Park where I played on the swings, the bouncing toucan, and the little slide. I even got to swing on the big swings — in Grandma’s lap.
I made two new friends Maia (a big first-grader) and her brother Leni, who turned three today. She let me play with her stick collection, but didn’t seem to like it too much when I licked them!
Here we are:
My afternoon snack was delicious, made even more so because Grandma let me help feed myself. I thanked her by saying “YUM!” a lot and waving my spoon in the air like a drama queen (thanks, A/C!).
My nap was good. I impressed Dad by using my Raggedy Ann doll as a pillow. Hey, you have to admit that was pretty smart! I got up kind of late and therefore pushed dinner late, which pushed my bath late, and my bedtime late. Dad was all set to feed me dinner, which he started to do — until I completely revolted against the Dal and the cheese sauce he tried to feed me. Exasperated, he gave up and Grandma Droste had to come to the rescue. She did a little bit better in terms of getting me to eat, but a lot better in terms of being patient!
Check out my Peruvian sweater!
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I’m so glad you’re having fun with Grandma, Maggie. I can’t wait to see you both tomorrow!
Love,
Mom