Today was rough. Mom was in NYC for a friend’s wedding, so it was me and Dad holding down the fort at home. The morning was pretty good. I was up early-ish (around 6:00) and Dad showered before coming to get me out of my crib.
I got dressed and played upstairs before we went on our weekly grocery run. I had a really good breakfast and then, coming up the stairs, was Dad’s friend Al! I haven’t seen him in a few months and I got to impress him with all my new tricks.
Al hadn’t eaten (obviously!) so we went to Milk & Honey for brunch. Mom and Dad almost never take me there for meals because it’s so crowded, but at 8:30 am I can go anywhere! Al was great. He invented a game called “hide the straw wrapper” and I had to guess which hand it was in. I could play this game forever!
When we got home, Al took off with a friend and I went to bed. A couple hours into my “nap” Dad came in to my room and found me just sitting in my crib. From here, the day went down hill.
I completely rejected lunch, throwing pretty much everything on the floor. Dad, who’s usually low-key about disciplining me, was really upset. He turned my high-chair into the corner and let me sit there, crying. After lunch we went to the park and I was in a decent mood, but I wasn’t thrilled. When we got back I was really clingy with Dad, insisting on going “up, up!” To make matters worse, I still hadn’t pooped all day!
I didn’t really snack well and fought going up for my nap. Just as this morning, I got up at some point and didn’t make a sound, so Dad had no way to know when to come and get me. I was in an even worse mood for the rest of the day and I could tell I was testing Dad’s patience. We went on a quick run to the park before I totally rejected dinner. As soon as it was time for bed, he rushed me up and rushed through my bed-time book as quickly as possible. I heard take a deep breath as he closed the door to my room…
Last year I checked out the Indian consulate!
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