Hope everyone is enjoying my typings. I am having fun telling you about my day. Like today, it was great. No particular reason, except I got to hang out with my daddy for a while. Lets see, I went to daycare, hung out with Christopher, took some naps, HAD THE BOPPY!!!!, and really did not cry that much. My teacher said I was really good and cheerful today. That is good, right?
Daddy came at the normal time ( I was really hoping he was going to be early :o). We went home and played for a long time and then it got a little crazy. You remember me telling you about the "something other than the boppy" incident yesterday. Well, it reared its ugly head again today. This time it was a little different in that dad did not put me in the highchair (money well spent if you ask me) opting for the bouncer I was already playing in. He also decided to mix the cereal such that it had the consistency of something like cereal and not pure formula (I could have told him that was a bad idea). So I have to admit, it was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I had a pretty good amount before I realized I could easily get full on this stuff and miss out on the boppy. So I did what all boppy addicted babies do, I started crying. Yup, it worked, just like I had planned. Daddy gave me the boppy and I gave him a check mark in my brain. Way to go dad.
So, when I was done with the boppy, daddy and I went to one of his friends homes for dinner. I think his name was Jerry, but I could be wrong. Anyway, they had a really neat looking house and I could tell my daddy was getting another list of ideas to add to the incomplete list he has already has. Oh brother, when will it ever end. So Jerry and Sandy were really cool and they kept saying nice things about me. I liked it over there and I think daddy liked it to. He was bragging about the spaghetti and meatballs they had for dinner.
Now I am home, I have had my final boppy for the night and am ready for a little sleepy. Thanks daddy for a good day, but mommy you need to come home. Daddy doesn't clean me right and doesn't cuddle me the way you do when it is time to sleepy. I miss you.
Goodnight friends,
Gracie
Okay, this isn't so bad.
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