I celebrated by taking Anders out for a walk. I found a park not too far from our house. It was perfect for Anders as he could walk up to the slide and refuse to go down it along with two harness swings for him to freak out in after three swings back and forth.
We found a bench swing along a path overlooking a creek and football practice. Anders and I sat on the green bench swing and enjoyed the sunshine, coolish breeze, and low humidity until the ants started biting.
Anna's out for dinner and a movie with her Sugar Land Mom Friends. Anders continues to call out for "Mommy!" from the crib.
Anders now does something that reminds me of my mom. When we used to drive to Kansas for Christmas, every few years my mom would try to get me to sing in tune and on pitch in the car if I absent-mindedly started singing along to Christmas songs. I say "every few years" because these "lessons" would make me so mad that she would not try again for a few more years or else I would remember not to sing in the car, I don't remember which one it was for sure. So now Anders cues me to sing in the car if Anna has started singing "Old McDonald" or "Farmer in the Dell." Anna will be singing, I will think the situation is under control, and then I hear from the back row "Daddy!" and if I don't sing "DADDY!!!" So I sing. At least Anders hasn't started to correct my pitch or tune, yet.
Anders is still not sleeping, so I better go in there and walk him around a bit.
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