Except for the part that he needed to eat. So I made my way to the First Aid station because I had heard they'd let you nurse there. (I'm all for breastfeeding but I didn't feel like doing so in the stands. Didn't need any camera's focusing in on us at that point, know what I mean?) So, anyway, First Aid Station #1 was occupied. A very nice Reds employee accompanied me to the station one level down. Also occupied. So this nice employee accompanied me to the Press Room (past, I might add, a disturbed ball fan who was going on and on about alien abduction. Fun times.)
So, yes, Baby Boy has been fed in the plush and exclusive room where Dusty Baker gives press conferences. Good times.
Baby Boy still loves:
- the moby wrap
- bathtime & getting his head washed (I'd say hair but he doesn't have much)
- "talking". He makes a lot more sounds and he loves it when we answer him in kind.
- sleeping in his bed
- being changed
- needing a change (these preferences have not changed since last month)
- smiling. He can smile. He just prefers not to. He's a rather serious little man.
- swimming. We took him for his first swim last Thursday. While he didn't completely freak out about it, neither was he impressed by the experience.
Baby Boy. (Yes, even in real life.)
Gus-Gus. (No, I'm not entirely sure why. It just is, folks. It just is.)
Also today, I'm sure Baby Boy would like to wish his Granddad A Very Happy Birthday. Or, at least, he would if he knew what birthdays are.