I suppose we’ve reached a new milestone. It’s called the Don’t Take Your Daughter to a Restaurant. Last night we stopped off for wings on the way home, and not even 10 minutes into it, you were ticked off about being in your high chair, and squealing like a pig to get out. At least it was a loud restaurant, so you didn’t bother too many people. We’ve known this was coming, because the last few times we’ve eaten out, it’s gotten to be more & more of a challenge, but we decided after last night NO MORE RESTAURANTS FOR MAZZY until you’re older. Or tranquilized.
On a happier note, you’re really getting adjusted to your new class, and are doing better. You seem to be learning lots of new things, and you’re talking even more. You call Hambone & Millie “Bo Bo”, and you’ve also learned to say “more” instead of just signing it. Your favorite word is still “no”, but we’re working really hard at teaching you to say “yes” more often.
Last Saturday, Daddy & I took you to Dublin to visit the Dublin Dr. Pepper Plant & Museum. We had to wait around for an hour or so for our tour, so we ate lunch and then walked around the downtown area and over to a small park with an historic, abandoned grist mill. We made our way back to the Dr. Pepper place for the tour, and you lasted for the bottling part – about 7 minutes. By the time we all got crammed into the tiny first room of the museum, you decided you’d had enough, and started to squeal, so we all exited quietly. Daddy was going to go back and finish the tour, because the whole point of the trip was for Daddy’s school project, but the door was locked, so we just gave it up & headed home. On the way out of town, we passed the sign that pointed to the town’s St. Patrick’s Day festival that we missed on the way there, and discovered it was NOT downtown, but at a park just a little ways off the main road. By that time, you had your thumb in your mouth, your blanket in hand, and were on your way to the land of nod, so we decided we’d have to skip the festival. It was a nice time, though. We stopped off for some grillin’ food on the way home, and had a nice little cookout that evening. We ate our dinner outside on the back patio at our beautiful new tile table your Nana made us for Christmas. You really enjoyed letting Millie & Hambone taste all of your food before you ate it. Literally. You would hold out your fork, let them lick whatever was on it, and then stick what was left in your mouth. Nice.
On Sunday morning, we hit another milestone. You slept until TEN A.M.!!! I kept waking up thinking something was wrong with you, because I don’t think you’ve ever slept that late. I did hear you stir a little earlier that morning, but I guess you just dozed back off. It was fabulous! We’ll have to take you to Dublin & feed you the sweetest Dr. Pepper around more often. Later that day, your Grandpa & Aunt Tori came to visit you & Daddy while Mama was at work. Daddy said you had a great time, and showed off your singing skills in your microphone, and played outside. What a nice early spring weekend in Texas.
