So, it was Memorial Day weekend and the weather turned out pretty nice. Saturday was somewhat low-key, we ran a few errands and did Saturday evening Church so we’d be free to loaf around on Sunday (Peter was flirting with a 5 year old girl behind us, even offering her his little bottle of water). That was pretty much it.
Sunday we were going to stay at home all day and not burn up any gas, but we wound up going to some open houses (there were very few since it was a holiday weekend, but the weather was ideal for showing off a house). We also brought out the big baby-carrying backpack Aunt Sarah got us last year and took Peter for a walk. He loves it, maybe because it gets him up at our head height, or maybe because the seat isn’t as smooshing as a Bjorn or other carrier and he has more freedom of movement in it. Whatever the reason, now when the carrier comes out he crawls over to it and starts clapping.
Late Sunday evening a line of thunderstorms came through the area and blew stuff hither and yon. Both Peter and I slept through it, as did his mom, who woke up when the power was knocked out but then fell back asleep. We both woke up a little later and realized that the house was completely dark, even the clock radio, so obviously something was going on. I stumbled around in the dark and found a flashlight, and Peter’s mom called the power company to let them know about the lack of juice out in the boonies. Then at
Peter woke up early at about 7:30 (as he did all weekend, much to his parents’ chagrin) and we hoped it would mean that he’d go down for a nap at around 9:00, leaving him refreshed for setting out at 10:00-ish for his Granny’s house for lunch with Granny & Aunt Sarah. Alas, he was not feeling the need to nap, even after trying to coax him into it. Since he wasn’t taking the bait, I took him for another walk in the backpack while his mom got ready for the day. Then we headed out, about 45 minutes later than we had hoped, and wouldn’t you know it, Peter fell asleep in the car.
Once at Granny’s (after about 10-15 minutes of sleep), Peter got charming and did many cute baby things like making a mess of his lunch, smearing it on his face and hair, and playing with a superball on a glass top table. He was offered the opportunity to take a nap, and passed on it.
By mid-afternoon we headed over to Auntie Trucker & Uncle John’s house for the annual Memorial Day cook-out. Peter started out sluggish but perked up after a while. It was getting up into the 80’s and Peter was getting kind of warm, so we took off his shirt so he could get some breeze on him and show off his ripped physique. There were a bunch of people over there, including his cousins George, Jonah, Josh and Hannah. You could tell that his energy level would rise and fall throughout the afternoon and evening, and that he was inclined to play with his cousins, but his sluggishness interfered with his intentions. Again he was offered the chance to nap and refused. When it comes to parties like this, Peter is essentially a sponge, soaking in all the action around him. There comes a point, though, when a sponge has absorbed all it can and needs to be wrung out. Peter doesn’t want to be wrung. So instead he flops around and drips, figuratively speaking.
Anyway, we left shortly after
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