Despite my growing pains, mommy and I have been on the new-moms-groups circuit this past week. We've been out and about around town and we've met a bunch of new moms and new babies.
Some of the babies I've met are pretty cool. Like Brady. I met him last week at our Lincoln Park New Moms group meet-up. He showed up sporting a Bears jersey. As soon as I saw that, I knew he was my kind of guy. We hung out again this morning because his mommy and mine met up at a stroller workout class.
The class was pretty fun, although somewhat ridiculous at times. Picture 10 grown women doing squats while facing their babies in strollers, singing the theme song to Sesame Street and "The Wheels on the Bus." Some of the other babies smiled and laughed. Not me. I don't like nonsense. I don't think Brady laughed either. To be fair, despite the singing absurdity, the physical aspect of the class seemed pretty legitimate and I think mommy got in a decent workout (my favorite part was when she held side plank with me in the baby carrier).
I've met some other babies on the mommy-group circuit whom I'm a bit suspicious of. Like the group of babies yesterday at a New Moms on Maternity Leave group organized by Neighborhood Parents Network. There were 5 baby girls in this group who, I'm pretty confident, were on a mission to make me look bad. They all slept peacefully during the meet-up while I starting causing a ruckus about 10 minutes into it (not my fault; I blame the growth spurt). Really girls? You're going to sleep through the *entire* meeting, without making the tiniest little peep? I didn't buy it for one minute. It was a conspiracy.
Okay, okay. Most of them had a meltdown at one point during the two hours we were there, except for one. I had my eye on her. That little "angel" who sat there 100% awake and 100% peaceful and content, as if she didn't have a care in the world. She looked at me from across the room, flashing her charming little smile. Was she flirting with me or was she taunting me? And why was she being so darn well-behaved? No baby is that perfect. There must be a little devil hiding beneath that angelic facade. She is bound to break down sooner or later during one of our group meet-ups. And guess who will be smiling then.
In other news, Buni and Papa John came to visit last weekend. They cooked us a delicious meal on Saturday night. And by "us," I mean M & D because of course my cuisine of choice these days is mommy's milk, but I was allowed to hang out during dinner in my bouncy chair on the dining room table which made me feel very special. On Sunday, M & D took me to see the Chicago Marathon (the route went right by our home so we didn't have to travel far) and then the whole gang went out to brunch at M & D's favorite Lincoln Park restaurant called The Peasantry.
Today, after the stroller class, mommy and I met up with her friend Kate and Kate's 4-week old twins Violet and Clara. They are incredibly cute. I'm a very lucky guy to have them as my friends. And if my girlfriends Hadley and Avery are reading this, fear not, ladies. You both are my number one.
Speaking of Avery. I received a very cool postcard from her the other day. She's a saucy one. (Avery, I can't wait to go to a rodeo with you one day!)
Finally, here are some random pictures from the past week.
Love,
WFT
Some of the babies I've met are pretty cool. Like Brady. I met him last week at our Lincoln Park New Moms group meet-up. He showed up sporting a Bears jersey. As soon as I saw that, I knew he was my kind of guy. We hung out again this morning because his mommy and mine met up at a stroller workout class.
The class was pretty fun, although somewhat ridiculous at times. Picture 10 grown women doing squats while facing their babies in strollers, singing the theme song to Sesame Street and "The Wheels on the Bus." Some of the other babies smiled and laughed. Not me. I don't like nonsense. I don't think Brady laughed either. To be fair, despite the singing absurdity, the physical aspect of the class seemed pretty legitimate and I think mommy got in a decent workout (my favorite part was when she held side plank with me in the baby carrier).
I've met some other babies on the mommy-group circuit whom I'm a bit suspicious of. Like the group of babies yesterday at a New Moms on Maternity Leave group organized by Neighborhood Parents Network. There were 5 baby girls in this group who, I'm pretty confident, were on a mission to make me look bad. They all slept peacefully during the meet-up while I starting causing a ruckus about 10 minutes into it (not my fault; I blame the growth spurt). Really girls? You're going to sleep through the *entire* meeting, without making the tiniest little peep? I didn't buy it for one minute. It was a conspiracy.
Okay, okay. Most of them had a meltdown at one point during the two hours we were there, except for one. I had my eye on her. That little "angel" who sat there 100% awake and 100% peaceful and content, as if she didn't have a care in the world. She looked at me from across the room, flashing her charming little smile. Was she flirting with me or was she taunting me? And why was she being so darn well-behaved? No baby is that perfect. There must be a little devil hiding beneath that angelic facade. She is bound to break down sooner or later during one of our group meet-ups. And guess who will be smiling then.
In other news, Buni and Papa John came to visit last weekend. They cooked us a delicious meal on Saturday night. And by "us," I mean M & D because of course my cuisine of choice these days is mommy's milk, but I was allowed to hang out during dinner in my bouncy chair on the dining room table which made me feel very special. On Sunday, M & D took me to see the Chicago Marathon (the route went right by our home so we didn't have to travel far) and then the whole gang went out to brunch at M & D's favorite Lincoln Park restaurant called The Peasantry.
Today, after the stroller class, mommy and I met up with her friend Kate and Kate's 4-week old twins Violet and Clara. They are incredibly cute. I'm a very lucky guy to have them as my friends. And if my girlfriends Hadley and Avery are reading this, fear not, ladies. You both are my number one.
Speaking of Avery. I received a very cool postcard from her the other day. She's a saucy one. (Avery, I can't wait to go to a rodeo with you one day!)
Finally, here are some random pictures from the past week.
Love,
WFT
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