Today Carrie was awake far earlier than I wanted to get up. I brought her to bed with me for a while. Kent came and got her around 7:30 and gave her yogurt, banana and milk for breakfast. When I got up I made some oatmeal for myself. I ended up sharing it with her.
We played in the house and on the porch a little bit. She loves to play on the porch. We have a swing and two padded wicker chairs and a wooden table with 4 chairs for eating sometimes. She also has her very own chair with red dinosaur printed cloth. I get a bit nervous on the porch sometimes because it’s high enough for 4 large limestone steps. The rest of the porch is surrounded by a railing so as long as I keep her away from the steps we’re fine. She likes to tease me by going to the edge. Then we go down the steps together and play in the yard. She likes to walk to the neighbor’s driveway. She waves at people walking by and at cars. She even waved at an airplane that flew overhead. The funny thing is, she doesn’t wave at people consistently when they’re leaving. I think maybe she feels compelled to perform so she’s rebelling (just a theory).
She was acting sleepy by 10:30 and took a 90-minute nap. We had lunch afterwards. My mom came up at about 1:30. While mom was there I went to work for a few hours to make up the time I missed for class and Carrie’s medical card appointment. When I got back mom left. We played some more in the afternoon and even went for a walk around the neighborhood. Our friends Karen & Karla were having people over for dinner. They invited us up to their porch for dessert when we passed by. They were having blueberry pie with ice cream. I gave Carrie some. The first 2 or 3 bites went down great. Then she spit out the 4th bite all over my shorts. Everyone present made a big deal over her and talked about how much she seems to be “coming out of her shell”. She certainly liked the attention. By 7:30 she was sleepy so we strolled back home for the usual bath and bed.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
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