Today was a fairly typical day for me & Zoe, now that mum has gone back to London. My "mom and baby" group has been postponed for 2 weeks due to lack of interest (! - who told them we were coming?) so we were footloose and fancy free. First we walked down by the side of the Charles River - there were squads of runners to get in the way of - and then through the Public Garden towards Macy's. In the Public Garden we saw a fairly bonkers looking old gent in a powered wheelchair brandishing a fishing rod & line that seemed to be stuck in a tree. It turned out he was using the rod to fly a kite. How cool is that? I wish I had taken a picture.
Whilst we were shopping in the kids' section of Macy's (birthday presents for cousin Ruby & some bits for Zoe) Zoe did a massive and extremely smelly poo, so we had to make a swift exit. Later at home, when I was showing Zoe our purchases, the sight of her new green sleep suit and strawberry-themed tracksuit sent her into hysterical tears. And yes, I had changed her nappy! They're not that bad are they??!!
Then it was tummy time! Also known as torture time! Zoe wasn't sure if she was more upset by the silly clothes or the fact that the pesky psychadelic monkey was making fun of her bobble-headed attempts at head control!
Later on there was a proper treat in store, parked on the way home from the supermarket. We hung around waiting for Fat Guy, but he didn't appear before we had to leave for fear of being mistaken for sat nav thieves/hobo bums.
Of course, I couldn't go a day without a date with Dr Chris, Chiropractor to the Stars, and after an eyewatering session with Dr Rick, I went home to an evening of baby wee, ginger ale and supper (but not all at the same time).
Night night.
* a fairly pedestrian entry so if you're not my mum, dad or sister feel free not to bother with this post.
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