Tonight we got schooled on the proper order of the bed time routine.
After dinner baby kept pointing and gesturing until I took her into the bathroom. Then she showed me the tub. Ok. Message received. Bath directly after dinner. (During the bath, she kept saying her new word "bath." That makes baby's vocabulary "up", "bath", "out", and the occasional "ma" or "da" which really don't seem to mean much.)
After we got jammies on, we came out into the living room. It's been a few weeks since she has wanted to go to bed before seven (yea!! That makes us feel less like she is living her life away at daycare!) so we figured she would want to play. Nope. She acted sleepy until dad picked her up, and sat in the chair with her. She then made a bee-line to her water bottle and wouldn't let go. Ok. Message received. Bottle right after bath.
After she finished most of her milk bottle, she was ready to play. (I may say milk, but the price indicates that it is liquid gold ... only white ... and nonmetallic.) Ok. Message received. After bottle, we play. So, we decided to go with Nick to fix the computers in the family history center. (Apparently the printer said something a few weeks ago, and now the computers are not willing to talk to it.)
We went armed with the instructions that came with the printer. Unfortunately, it wasn't much help. While Nick called the computer shrinks at church headquarters, baby and I walked around the building. We went all the way to the multipurpose room, and found a basketball. The hoop was down, so we shot a few hoops. (Baby is an excellent player, by the way. I should know, I was there.) We then brought the basketball back to the family history center. Baby and I chased that basketball all over the place! She even took the opportunity to stand for about 30 seconds unassisted. A new record. Oh, and we found a new wall outlet to attempt to play with.
Finally everything was resolved, and the computers and printers were again communicating with each other. (Nothing sucks worse than a sullen computer network.) We brought the basketball back to the multipurpose room, and played a little family ball. (Baby is still an excellent player. Now dad can attest.) We left the ball there, and turned off all the lights on our way out of the building.
Once home, I took off the baby's jacket and handed it to Nick. He was hanging his up in the closet. I then handed him my jacket, to add to the collection he just put there.
Nick: "What are we teaching the baby?"
Baby: BURRRP!!!
After a good laugh, we brushed the baby's teeth and gave her a water bottle. She could barely keep her eyes open.
