Evidently, you have a deep seated hatred for your onesies. It seems that today you have had it out for the first 3 outfits you have been put in. This includes your “My First 4th” onesie! I am glad we took pictures as soon as it was on.You do not seem to discriminate between simple white ones or colorful prints. You are an equal opportunity soil-er. Not only vomit but #1 and #2 as well…
Maybe Vomit should be #3? Off to do laundry, again…
So basically anything that is not smooth and in motion is your friend, or at least holds your attention for a while. It may even help your digestion, although that hypothesis may backfire. Here is the thing, my arms can’t do this forever. Enter bouncy chair stage right.
This magical seat suspended from a bent wire frame has one D-size battery and a vibrating feature to make the whole chair shake–quietly! This motion, along with your own arm and leg flailing, gives you quite the ride.
Excuse me, I have to go change a diaper…
So while I doubt its a Volvo specific thing, you most definitely enjoy car rides. Now that I think of it its not just a car thing, generally as long as you are being moved, jostled, walked with your at least copacetic. I have heard of the car trick before, of parents on their last nerve putting the screaming baby in the back of the car and going for a ride.
With this little pearl of wisdom it becomes more clear to me why foreign oil is so important: without it there would be a lot more unhappy babies, and frazzled parents.
I guess somewhere in baby prep school, (you know that prep school before birth), you had a course on when it is the most effective to let loose with a torrent of milk vomit. I understand that sometimes you may swallow a bit too much at one time and need to get rid of a bit of it. But! filling your car seat? Is that really necessary? Could you at least give us a heads up?
“Yo Dad, Mom, here comes the tsunami!”
Just remember that… next time give us a shout out :-). Please?
Today seems to be all about napping. Nap all morning, eat, get a bath, then back to napping. Not that I am going to complain. I love how you enjoy sleeping to rock music!
The more guitar riffs the better! Rock on little Dude; Rock On!