Those who have spent any mornings with me know I like to start the day early because mom and dad make me go to bed so darn early. If I want to accomplish every task on my agenda, being an early riser is the only way to go. Remember I nap a few hours a day too, so I really have to pack it in while I am awake. Today dad and I did many things, and the day included a number of exciting firsts. Wanna know what??? Read on, followers...
First, we went to the gym, and dad offloaded me to the childcare facility. This was a big deal, as I have never been dumped with perfect strangers before. All things considered, it went well. I was very well behaved and I met a few kids who were kind of ok. Sadly, there were no single ladies for me to charm (although the caretakers were pretty smitten with me).
After the gym we hit a sweet new pizza shop. Dad has been on the hunt for some decent pizza in our new 'hood and finally founds some. Unfortunately, I didn't get any. While Dad can sometimes be a softy, other times he is a real stickler for the rules and apparently the rules require you to have teeth before you get pizza. Seems like a silly technicality to me, but what do I know?
After the gym and a quick baba, it was off to granddads office for a visit. Granddad said I was the cutest ever. Let me say that again - EVER. He really did, I promise, and I am not just stirring the pot to rile up Thatcher.
Last but not least we headed off to the doctor for those dreaded daggers in the thighs. Even though I am this cute, they still stabbed me MANY TIMES. They say it is for my own good, but I am dubious. Dad was very nervous holding me during the torture (his first time, as Mom couldn't make it). I felt sorry for him until I started to feel more sorry for myself.
In other health news, the doctor said I am doing well. I weigh a whopping 19 pounds, 6 oz (81st percentile) and am 27.5" tall (84th percentile). This is a big change from last time were I was 88% for weight and 50% for height- aka, little but fat. Apparently, my length is impeding my ability to roll over and the doctor ordered more enforced tummy time. DRAT.
Good luck with the tummy time Jack! xo
ReplyDeletei am one of those friends who are related to you. after reading many of your travel adventures( more scholary than the word blog) you have a very promising career as a writer. the world through the eyes of a child.an interesting idea.love and miss you much. nanny and k
ReplyDeleteIs the evolution of Tummy Time, extended relaxtion time?? I had a lot of that yesterday.
ReplyDeletebe careful not to get forget the sunblock out there while rocking the tummy time- no one likes a sunburnt fanny.
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