Aug 23 2008
My First Outing Yesterday
I slept a lot last night. Mom said she was happy that I only woke up two times and then I went back to sleep right away. I guess that is why I got to go with mom to the store. She told dad that she 
needed some new clothes and he gave her all this money. I wish I knew what to buy. Maybe he could give me some money. It was so easy for mom to get it.
We left after mom gave me a bath again and dressed me in clothes I had a bottle so I was quite content. I rode in the car with mom, but she made me sit in the back seat. I wanted to sit in front. Why do I have to ride in the back all by myself? The ride was kind of fun. I could feel some bumps, but otherwise, it was all right.
When we got to the store, mom took me in my carrier and put me in this big thing she called a shopping cart. There were lots of noises and people I never met saying how cute I was. I was getting scared. Ladies were touching me and saying how sweet I was and how cute I was. I had enough. I wanted to go back home and mom was not listening.
Pouting was not getting her attention, so I started crying really loud. I was scared and I wanted to go home now. Needless to say, mom had to take me home. I like this crying thing to get my way. It could come in handy in the future. I could tell mom was upset, but she still loves me.
When dad got home, she told him what I did. He kind of smiled until he looked at mom’s face. She was not amused. She told him to watch me so she could go shopping. He said he would take me for a walk in my stroller. Guess who had to come along? That darn dog had to come with us. Yes, I am always competing with a dog.
It was a nice walk. It was warm and I was happy. Dad and I made supper and when my mom came home, she was so happy. Well, she was until a pooped again. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but my poop seems to come out my diaper and get all over. I try to go a little at a time, but then she has to change me so much. I can’t win with this poop.
Well, the nighttime was quiet. We all watched television. Dad played with me and mom played that guitar thing again. Dad held me while he was on the thing called a computer. He was playing a game that was really scary. I was good though, since my dad had me in hi lap.
Then it was time for bed. I will let you know how tonight went tomorrow. I hope I can sleep a lot again.
