We had to do some grocery shopping during Daddy’s lunch break, but we all needed an energy boost so we stopped by for some coffee before we headed home. We did take out but the weather was great and there were empty seats outside so we sat down for a few minutes.
I’m not a big fan of coffee. I much prefer chewing on Daddy’s bag strap. Now that’ll give you an energy boost!
Okay, everyone, hop in the car. We’re ready to go. I’ll drive.
Just kidding, of course. When the car is really hot we turn on the engine and AC to cool the car down a bit before putting me in my car seat. Instead of carrying me while standing in the hot sun, Daddy just sat me down with him in the front seat while adjusting the AC.
I was very curious about the driver’s seat. My view of the car is very limited from the sideways car seat. I’m put down lying down on my back with my feet at the door. All I can see is the car ceiling. Mommy and Daddy put in a mirror so that I have more to look at, but it is still a bit boring. The front seat is awesome! There is so much to see! And touch. So many buttons and switches. One of these days I’ll be behind the wheel. I’m going to need a booster seat and some blocks to put on the pedals because I’m nowhere near able to see over the days and press the pedals.
Aaahh, just a little more,…maybe if I…I think I can get…just need to move my…aaahhh—never mind. I give up.
Rolling over has been my major goal recently and I make a decent effort pretty much every day. I think about rolling over. I dream about rolling over. I even do some rolling over preparation in my sleep by sleeping on my side.
One of these days I’ll get it.
My late night feedings are a bit of a blur. I’m sure I wake up hungry, but I’m not really clear on what happens after that. The sleepiness and hunger kind of interfere with my memory. My body still knows how to cry and feed because it needs to, but my mind is kind of on autopilot. Then once my tummy is full, my body also shuts down and I just turn into putty.
Remember how I mentioned before that I sleep on Daddy like a tree frog? Well, tonight it was more like a sea otter. Good thing we don’t have to sleep in water. I think I am so big that we would just sink.
Yes, it’s true: I’m a wild one! I’m always on the prowl. I poo and pee whenever and wherever I want to (while properly diapered). You never know that to expect of me. I attack smaller animals and chew on them to show them that I’m at the top of the food chain. Yes, I am a wild one!
Daddy’s almost off to work. He is working from home so he is only going to the room next door, but still, that means I won’t see him for a few hours. We got in a last few minutes of father-and-son time before work started.
The things that make me laugh. Daddy was puffing air into my face and I thought it was funny! It felt kind of ticklish. I enjoyed it like a breath of fresh air (even early morning breath)!
My sea otter friend is a good pal. When I’m feeling stressed or have to vent, he is always there for me. He listens patiently to my complaints and lets me chew on his feet. That’s what friends are for.
I’m getting so close to rolling over. It looks like I just need a tiny little bit more effort and then I would be there. I just can’t seem to get my head to come around and when I do, my arm gets in the way. This is way harder than it looks. This may take longer than I anticipated.
I’ve read my book hundreds of times, but I thought I might have missed something. So this time I gave it a really careful close look. As it turns out, I didn’t really miss much the first few hundred times.
Sometimes I wake up to nurse and then drop right back off to sleep. I usually have a morning nap, but when it is this early it could mess up my routine. I guess any deep and peaceful sleep is a good thing.
I’m getting so close to rolling over. I’m trying really hard. I get almost there, but I just can’t seem to move my head the last bit to tip the scales in the right direction. I’m so close. Mommy and Daddy are getting really excited and don’t want to miss that moment when I first roll over, but I’ve disappointed them several times already. I wonder if the excitement is going wear off soon.
Oops! How embarrassing. With all the wriggling and twisting I do, sometimes my diapers drop down a bit. Or a lot in this case.
We were headed out for a walk and Daddy said something that I didn’t quite catch. My face says it all. “Pardon?”
I’m getting better at controlling my hands and my ball is becoming one of my favorite toys. It is easy to grab and easy to control and it is fun to chew on. That’s why we have hands, right? To find things to chew on, right?
I was showing off to Grandma and Grandpa during our FaceTime today. I wanted to show them how easily I hold me head up now during tummy time and how I am eager to start crawling already. I think they were very impressed. I feel like I have the strength for crawling, but just lack the coordination at this point. Don’t worry, I think I’ll get the hang of it soon. Mommy and Daddy want me to crawl, but at the same time don’t want me to crawl too soon. I think they are aware that once I learn to crawl I’ll be that much more of a handful.
Look at those cheeks! Yes, they are as soft and marshmallowy as you imagine. Mommy says that my cheeks look like Crayon Shinchan’s cheeks. He is a Japanese cartoon character. Not the best role model, but I must admit that he has some very impressive cheeks.
It seems like Daddy can’t wait for me to grow up so that he can carry me safely on his shoulders. He sometimes practices putting me on his shoulders and imagines carrying me around for the whole world to see is beautiful son. Personally, I don’t get what the big deal is about carrying me on his shoulders. I like it fine when he carries me in his arms. I humor him and let him have his fantasies. But I’d rather just be carried normal right now. I’m not as amused as he is.
With all my flexibility and grace, I think I might have a future in ballet. But first I guess I’m going to have to work on standing up and stuff. But once I can do that, the rest should be easy. What do you think?
