This past weekend was a very exciting one for yours truly. I met Grandma and Grandpa. Of course, you already know this if you conscientiously follow my blog. If you don't already know this, shame on you. Shame on all you casual readers who visit this blog intermittently whenever I happen to cross your mind rather than fastidiously following every post, every word, every day.
But I digress.
Grandma and Grandpa flew in early Friday morning and we had three action-packed days together, mostly consisting of walks (of which I generally approve) and seemingly incessant photo shoot sessions (of which I highly, highly disapprove but will endure only because I can't really blame them for their fervent desire to photograph me, given that I'm so darn cute).
On Thursday night, because I was so anxious and excited, I experienced my first "diaper blowout," meaning, I pooped not only my diaper but also the leg of my pijamas. I should probably rephrase my preceding sentence to say that *mommy* and I experienced my first diaper blowout because, unfortunately, she was the one who discovered what had happened when felt something wet and sticky on her left arm during my evening feeding. Needless to say, both mommy and I survived the experience and bounced back relatively quickly after eliminating all traces of the blowout and having a bath.
On Friday, after having been the subject of much attention and affection from Grandma and Grandpa all day (which I enjoyed immensely; even though I may have cried from time to time throughout the day, it was solely because I was overly excited and happy... I haven't yet entirely worked out how to properly convey my emotions), we went out for dinner at M&D's favorite Thai restaurant. It was me, M & D, Grandma and Grandpa, Buni, Papa John and Luci. So many people doting on me in one place!
On Saturday, we went to the Lincoln Park farmer's market, ate lunch at Cafe Brauer and strolled through the zoo. After that, mommy took me for a walk during which I became so upset at having been separated from Grandma and Grandpa, I screamed so furiously and loudly that after a couple of minutes I put myself soundly to sleep. I surprised myself and mommy both.
On Sunday, we went out a took literally hundreds of pictures throughout the various parks surrounding our neighborhood (no further comment). Then we went to watch the Bears game at John Barleycorn (again, no further comment) and ended the day with a long stroll along North Pond.
Overall, an entirely magnificent weekend. In honor of our special guests, I've posted an abundance of photographs below.
Love,
WFT
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