Last week we got you a new crib, and celebrated Papa's birthday.
Aunt Bernadette needed her crib back for her grandson. Papa and I were already talking about moving you to an independent sleeping arrangement where you can get in and out of bed at will. So off we went to Ikea, like the rest of the population, and ate Swedish meatballs at the cafeteria with all other shoppers. Americans like collective lifestyle and we hoped not to assimilate, at least by eating some place else. But Ikea is a universe, with nothing else around. And between the entrance and exit, there is at least half a day. By the time we reached the cafeteria, it was already your lunch time. We all got Swedish meatballs - two adult and one kid's meal. Lucky for me, you liked the balls so much, that you ate some of mine. When you grow up, you will wonder how you could possibly like them. Maybe you just were too hungry.
We found the crib we had in mind, as well as a nice mattress, and Papa put it all together. Having gotten used to sleeping with us, first few nights you woke up crying, and we ended up bringing you to our bed, since you didn't figure out how to slide down your new bed yet. Then it was Papa's birth day. We dressed you up, and went to a Japanese restaurant we haven't tried before - Uchico. You enjoyed your bites of tuna, scallops, in flavors considered fit for adult palate, though you enjoyed the ice cream as well. By the time we left, you were exhausted, since it was past your bedtime, and fell asleep in the car. Not to wake you up, we put you straight in bed, and in the morning, we woke up to your cries. We rushed to the door, and found you running down the hall way, screaming, with your arms up in the air, still wearing your evening dress. It was a funny scene, and we don't know what you were thinking, but we were proud that you got off the bed on your own. And for the first time in months Papa and I slept an entire night without a foot on our face or a kick in our stomach.
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