I woke up at 3:00 for my bottle. Mom had to wake Dad up and he watched TV while he fed me. He clearly was out of it a bit. He then rocked me until I was just barely on the verge of sleeping and then he put me in my bassinet and jumped in bed. Normally, he’s good about making sure that I’m asleep so I don’t bother Mom too much with my whimpering, but last night I was fussing as soon as he put me down and he left Mom to deal with me. Mom got up and rocked me a bit, but soon enough it was 5:15 and I was hungry. I slept for a little bit after my snack but mostly I fussed around until after Dad left for work, at which point Mom moved me into bed with her and we slept until 8:30.
Breakfast at 9:00 was uneventful except for the fact that I had my biggest spitup ever. My beautiful spitup covered my face, my hands, Mom’s shirt, my outfit, and the Boppy cover. Awesome. Of course, Mom worried that something was wrong with me. I napped until I ate again at 11:15. I played a bit, fussed a bit, napped a bit, and took a quick walk down to the lobby with Mom.
Then, at 1:00, Aunt Molly came over to hang out with us. Aunt Molly has a very special place in my life — she was the first non-family-member to visit me in the hospital, when I was about 10 hours old. In fact, I have a vivid memory of Aunt Molly cheering me to poop: “Push it out! Push it out! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay OUT!” So, I had high hopes for her visit.
I ate at 1:45 and then took a nap. After eating again at 3:15, I was ready to play with Aunt Molly. First, she got me started doing some aerobics. Now, I’m not quite sure how to take that — I hope she wasn’t trying to hint that I’m fat! I learned a bunch of moves that will, I’m sure, lead me to be a great athlete. Then Aunt Molly carried me around (facing out) and stood in front of the big mirror on the door. She did this thing where she shimmied and the squatted (while singing a song) — and every time she squatted, I bent my legs as if I were squatting, too. That was really fun and Mom and Aunt Molly seemd to think it was pretty advanced.
I ate and played and ate and played until around 8:30 when I screamed like I was Paul Revere on my way to Lexington and Concord. Dad used the walk-in-the-hallway trick to calm me down. I ate at 9:15 and turned for the night at 9:45.
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