Sunday, November 11th: We went walking, then ate brunch the next day at a nice table on the sidewalk outside The Fat Lady, then I got to walk around a fountain with a little boy who looked a lot like me. Then Gramma and Grampa went home.Tuesday, November 13th: Gramma Pattie came back on the train! She was just in time, too. Daddy was looking pretty stressed out - I could tell he wanted to play on the floor with me, but he kept clicking away on his computer instead. He did jump whenever I called though. I made sure to test him regularly. As soon as Gramma arrived, Daddy took off. That was weird. I’m glad I didn’t have to stay home alone! That would have been boring. And the cats have been looking at me in a sort of scary way lately. I don’t know exactly what they have in mind.
Thursday, November 15th: Gramma went home. We had such a good time while she was here! Every day, she took me on walks and played with me on the floor a lot. That’s my favorite thing. Daddy wasn’t around much, so I’m glad she was there.
Friday, November 16th: Mommy stayed home and ran around like crazy stuffing stuff in bags. Daddy had to work a little, but I could hear him running around like crazy once they thought I was asleep.
Saturday, November 17th: What the….??! Since WHEN do I get up at 4:30 in the morning? And get in the car when it’s still dark out? And what’s with this huge building with all the people running around and the noise? And this weird, long, skinny room with all the people in chairs facing the same direction? And more noise! My ears felt funny. Mommy explained that we were on an airplane, flying high above the surface of the earth. That doesn’t seem safe, but I trust M&D. They brought my car seat so I felt pretty secure. After we took off and Mommy was done stuffing chewy snacks into my mouth, I took a nap. When I woke up, we played a little bit, then I had some more snacks and Daddy changed my diaper in the smallest restroom I’ve ever seen. Then it got bumpy and we left the airplane and were someplace new! M&D called it Minneapolis, which is where Grandma Penne and Papa John live.
Saturday, November 17th though Saturday, November 24th: MINNEAPOLIS! I like it here! Grandma and Papa’s house is big, and they have LOTS of toys from when my cousin Alexander
was my size. He’s big now – six years old! One day, Mommy said we should go for a walk, which I thought sounded reasonable. The other people looked at her like she was crazy, but smiled just like Daddy smiles when he’s “humoring her” and put on heavy coats. M&D bundled me up pretty good, but wow… my face went all tingly and numb when had been outside for a few minutes! It was fun. Daddy carried Cousin Alexander on his back all the way home because Alexander was cold. I’m glad I had my stroller, but probably would have enjoyed a piggy back ride.The rest of the week was spent this way:
- Sleeping very, very little
- Wondering why Mommy has such dark circles under her eyes
- Zooming around on my hands and knees checking out all the great new stuff
- Playing with my Aunt Jessie, and my Greatgrandma, and the nice kitties
- Picking up delicious things from the floor and eating them before anyone could stop me
- Trying to get my hands on the big, warm, black metal box full of pretty red and orange lights before anyone could yell “No, Aemon! Hot!” and scoop me up. I never made it…
- Scooting around on a Red Rider trike. I got really good!!
- Practicing Jiu Jitsu with Alexander. I rock. Though I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to be a cage fighter when I grow up, no exceptions. I’m also not allowed to be a test pilot, pig farmer, or self-help guru. Papa John says I’ll probably be all of those things just because I’m not supposed to.
- Eating lots of good food, which everyone else seemed to enjoy doing too. And they sure practiced a lot! I really like the slippery red things they're calling grapes. Cousin Alexander does too, but the ones he eats are bigger. Something about him having more rocks in his mouth.
Monday, November 26th: Not only is it my 10 Months Old Today Birthday, but Daddy left me at a new daycare this morning. Elizabeth (who is very nice, but in the “don’t get on my bad side and don’t mess with my kids if you know what’s good for you” sort of way) runs the place. I’ve met her a couple times before, and like her greatly. Her assistants are Raymond (her nephew), Adriona, and her daughter Raeshonae (I’m guessing at that spelling…). They’re all great, though Raymond scares me when he wears a sombrero.
The other kids are Cooper ("Loopy Coopy" who is 2), Seth ("Penguino" who is 1), his sister Annabelle (who is 3), Ezekiel ("Ziggy" who is 2), and Lucy (who is 2). Talk about different than Jenny’s daycare, where there were WAY more kids and too many babies. I worried about them, because there weren’t enough grown ups to hold them all. But this is different! WE HAD SUCH A FUN DAY!!! I got home and went to sleep at 6:00, I was so worn out. I hope I get to do it again tomorrow. I like it that they all call me Baby Aemon! I’m special. But in a good way.
