After that last temper tantrum of a post about Wes, we had some really happy moments with him and the trip ended on a high note. Until we got on the second leg of our flight home and then OMG. Let's just say I offered him to a total stranger after he BIT ME WHILE I WAS SINGING HIM A LULLABY. Anyway.
His most favorite moments were when we fed him brown foods. Like fried rice. You know what's fun? Eating in a new city at a restaurant that you'll probably never visit again.
While undressing him for bed I discovered rice in his socks and diaper.
He also enjoyed the chocolate wedding cake. So did I and so did Charlie. I had to eat fast because little hands kept reaching over and stealing mine. The very nice pediatrician at our table may have had some thoughts about Wes's brunch of Matchbox Cars and chocolate cake, or the Blow Pop Charlie snagged off the candy table (best idea ever), but she kept them to herself.
And Wes LOVED the Merry Go Round, also at the wedding. The heat index was 103. You might be able to tell.
Things Wes did not enjoy, as I mentioned before, were any kind of cultural activity wherein he was not permitted to ram the stroller into strangers' legs.
Fresh off the Metro before Natural History. A harbinger of a difficult day ahead for the Wes-man.
Wes saw this picture of himself today and insisted it was Charlie.
Ready to leave for the zoo. I didn't realize this but I left a conveniently-sized spot to photoshop Taco in for a Christmas card when the time comes. We'll have to order his/her coordinating hat soon.
And here Charlie is staying classy, eating a Sausage McMuffin while lying on the floor of Midway Airport. Later our host would ask me "Are you one of those germ people?" No, I am certainly not.