Anders goes to Kroger

I took Anders grocery shopping today. I made the executive decision that we do not have enough time in the evening after Anna gets home to do what needs to be done, plus Anders is healthy enough to go out, plus the weather was nice. Anders had his eyes wide open the whole time, taking it all in. He did get hot about half way through so I took off his sock gloves and hat. He was fine after that. It seems like he gives due warning before blowing, so one has a sporting chance to correct what is wrong before he makes a scene. That's really nice of him because I can usually figure out what I need to do in time.
I took Anders on what my friend Brad would call a "Jon Peterson Death March," which was not a march at all for him in his stroller. He barely stirred at all and slept from the time we reached the bike path. He was so still that I checked to make sure he was still breathing as we walked past the emergency room.
Anders also said "okay" today. I asked him something like "how are you doing buddy?" Oh (sort pause) kay.
Anna thinks Anders' poop has a stronger smell than before. I haven't notice that, but it is more shapely than before. Regardless, he likes to put his hands behind his head, proud of his production.
Anna woke me up today by lowering Anders to my head in bed, at which point Anders promptly took a swing at my head. This move fits his profile since he sleeps with one hand on my throat. He never sleeps with a hand on Anna's throat. The oedipal stuff starts early.