Today I decided was a good day for me and Gulliver to go on a walk. He was napping when I made this decision. So all I had to do was wait for him to wake up, feed him, wait for his big bm of the day, get him dressed, and take him out.
So he woke up and I fed him. And I waited. I did some work. And I waited. And waited and waited.
FINALLY he did some pooping, somewhere between 1 and 2, which may be his new major duty time, which does not bode well for church on Sundays. But I cleaned him up and got him dressed and as soon as his clothes were on he started making fussing noises, which surprisingly meant it was time to feed him again. So I fed him and then he went straight to sleep.
So much for my walk plan.
I had to wait for Gulliver to wake up again. Once he was awake, I got him immediately into the stroller and took him for a wonderful walk in the sun, during which time, his pioneer bonnet protected his wee bald head from the sun and his wee baby eyes, too. Those pioneers sure got one thing right!
Whenever we started heading a new direction, I'd check him to make sure that the sun still wasn't in his eyes. Invariably, this is what stared me back: A really bored baby. I mean, couldn't he muster some excitement to be outside in the fresh air and sun?
I even tried getting him out of the stroller so that he could feel the grass, but that was met with indifference, too. (Don't worry---his bald baby head was only exposed to the sun for about 2 minutes.)
Oh well, Gulliver. We take it one day at a time. And someday soon you'll be excited about going outside.