The Walk

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.


TheMoncurs said...

I swear they're indifferent for a really long time and then suddenly the only thing they want is to GO OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW LEST I DIE A HORRIFIC DEATH AND TAKE YOU DOWN WITH ME. It's fun, really.


Murray Terreno di Amore said...

he was just bored because I was not there.

hannah said...

Those cheeks are pinchable. He is way cute!

Love the hat, too!

AzĂșcar said...

While that cap is really cute, don't stress about him not wearing it--extra vitamin D!

Kristeee said...

My little Kate hated the stroller and walking last summer - she was about Gulliver's age. This summer is a completely different story. She now begs to go outside and life is terrible if we have to stay in or run errands in the car. Outside, all the time, please!

jeri said...

And someday you'll have a slightly-larger, perhaps-three-years-old son who will not, for any reason, no matter what pre-hypothermic stage he's in, come inside. Not even to put on socks.

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Alison said...

Darling! My ovaries are doing flips screaming "FERTILIZE US!!!!"

My son is 14 and heading to boarding school next year.... I need one more. Or three....