Everyday is Friday!

Happy Friday, everyone! Although I must say, to Brady, Emma, Billy and I everyday is as wonderful as Friday - at least while I'm on maternity leave.

Our day started with some unfortunate news. My friends from work were supposed to come hang out with Brady for lunch. Unfortunately, thanks to the downright awful state of today's economy, the asset custodian our company uses (Charles Schwab) decided to change its margin requirements yielding a slew of unexpected margin calls for our clients. So friends had to prioritize and postpone lunch. Nuts. Maybe next week. So mom was all scrubbed, dressed and decorated for Brady's benefit alone. Maybe that's why he decided to look at me so much today (stay tuned...).

Today, Brady exhausted himself at "the gym." I'm referring, of course, to his Boppy activity mat. He first performed the obligatory tummy time. After adequate frustration with his inability to hold his gigantic noggin up once he'd repeatedly lifted it, we flipped over for some arms and legs calisthenics. This Brady could do for quite some time (see here). What tickled me was that today Brady actually looked for me. I had turned his mat so that he could see his toys and the tv, which meant I had to turn him away from me. As you can see from the picture, he was turning his head to see where I was. Wow. He likes me! I know it sounds silly, but this was a pleasant surprise.

Brady stayed up for a couple hours thereafter...until he got so tired he started fussing at me. It took us a while to determine the source of the fussing (diaper clean, baby warm enough, had just been fed, had a couple of good burps, arm/leg not falling off). Since he doesn't care what you read to him, I read him a chapter from my book and he fell fast asleep. Now he's sleeping in his bouncy seat all burrito-style and we're anxiously waiting for Tim to come home from work.

Although last week he was eating every four hours during the day and every six hours at night (his choice), this week he wants to eat every three hours during the day and four hours at night. So he should be able to eat his first dinner before Tim gets home, which means Mom's cocktail-half-hour might coincide with Dad's! How's *that* for a lovely Friday?

Yippee! Dad is home! See you next time.