Papa Bear & Baby Bear
I had to skip taking Alan to his Gymboree class today thanks to the -4 temp outside. We'll do a make-up class on Saturday that way daddy can come too. He's usually not very cooperative on Gymboree Mondays. Getting ready he tends to soak himself top to bottom by spitting up and peeing during a diaper change (both at the same time of course). We never get out of the house wearing the first outfit we put on that day. He has gotten a reputation for being the fussy baby at class. He really puts on a good show during tummy time. I think Brad thought I was exaggerating till he came to class one day and the other mom's were saying "Alan - you're so happy today!" then ten minutes later "Oh, there's the Alan I know." In his defense, our little guy has a 40 minute car ride and has to be woken up for play time. Even though it's torture getting there we still enjoy learning new songs like "Toe Knee Chest Nut" and playing with the tiny bubbles. He'll be excited to have his very own thanks to Santa. I'm sure the bubbles will be a much bigger hit than the sweaters. Gymboree had a great deal so Santa stocked up. We're looking forward to his first Christmas. He'll be four months old on Christmas Eve.
One of these kids is doing his own thing. He's supposed to be on his tummy looking at himself in the mirror and playing with toys like all the other 0-6 month old babies are doing.
