Today was cool, because we had a lot to do but nothing that couldn't be done with the little one close by. It was great to spend a full Saturday hanging out with my littlest girl.
I spent the morning cleaning the kitchen and the living room while Babe-O rode around strapped to my chest in her Jeep baby carrier (who says GM is over-diversified?). The carrier is awesome, and she is now big enough to hang out in there without getting too tired from holding her head up. So as I did stuff like unload the dishwasher and wipe down counters, she got to watch me work.
After a good hour or so in the carrier, she did start to get fussy, so I took the excuse to quit cleaning and headed up to her room with her where Mom-O was working. As she grows and acquires more stuff, we need to keep juggling things around in her room so that it all fits. While Mom-O plugged away at that, we sat on the floor and played together. It was a good time had by all. Or at least for me and the baby.
That got us through the morning, and Babe-O slept through a good chunk of the afternoon. She's been a little on the sick side and wasn't particularly happy unless she was curled up with her Mom cuddling and eating.
Later, once she was up and at 'em again we headed out to the store to pick up some baby supplies – mostly clothes because this kid just doesn't quit growing. Going out with her has become a whole lot cooler in the last few weeks, because now she is big enough to ride in a big stroller seat instead of having to stay in her car seat, which doesn't really let her do anything but sleep. The car seat is great for front, rear, and side impact, but crappy for rolling through the grocery store. Now that she can sit in the bigger seat, she can look around, play with toys, and generally enjoy herself.
More important than that, though, is that I have somebody to hang out with while my painstakingly careful shopper of a wife does her thing. So now, instead of discussing the merits of changing laundry detergent for forty-five minutes, I can hang out with Babe-O, either hovering close by or cruising the aisles looking for neat stuff to play with. Today I did just that, that is, until the poor little girl got sick of listening to me talk and fell asleep slumped over to one side of her seat. Funny enough, she zonked out within a few minutes of her usual bedtime (which we were obviously out way past). She is a little routine machine sometimes.
Once we got her sleepy butt into the car and back home, we were wondering what kind of mood she would be in, but she perked right up when she heard the word "bath." Even on a busy workday, bath time is a Babe-O and daddy thing, so I was happy to spend some more time with her in the kitchen sink. Aside from a mildly traumatic incident where she snorted a bit of splashed bathwater, all went well. I was surprised she wasn't more sleepy given how late it had gotten.
We tried to finish her night as we usually do – out of the bath, upstairs to get dressed, downstairs to get fed, and upstairs to bed, but Babe-O felt more like watching the TV then eating (her daddy can do both at the same time quite effectively). Mom-O was watching Sleepless in Seattle, so maybe it was just a chick thing. We figured that it was okay for her to stay up and watch a crappy romance flick if she wanted to, so we put her in her swing and let her hang out with us while we did our thing (clack away at our respective laptops – we rock).
Regardless, she was sound asleep after about five minutes. I don't think she has yet acquired the female taste for romantic comedies.
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