Weekend meanings

So what do weekends mean to you? In my World, it means I get to spend two whole days with Mama and Papa. During the week I hardly get to see them at all; instead I am fed, dressed, and whisked off to daycare. In the evenings, I come home, bathe, brush my teeth and go to bed early. Daycare is well and good for me, but being home on the weekends is what's important.

I know this because last weekend, Papa had to go on a business trip to Cleveland. It was a dumb rescheduling thing, but it forced him to miss Fathers day. He's a father because of me and Mama. He's only had two opportunities for Fathers day so far, but 50% is not the kind of average we family members like.

The good thing is when Papa returned from Cleveland, he said he missed me and was sorry for being away. I forgave him for being gone so long. We spent some time over at our favorite playground. The weather has been really nice lately, typically in the high 70s and sunny most days. The days are so long at this time of year too. Happy summer solstice.

For now I can pretend that I am piloting a big jet airplane, but tomorrow it's back to Daycare. I look forward to the next weekend when we can all be together again.

Remains of the day

Sometimes it's nice to just lie still and enjoy the remains of the day. Sometimes it's better to resist sleep and squirm around until Alex Trebek calls Jeopardy done. Either way, the outcome is the same. After a snuggle with Mama or Papa, we make the short trip to my bedroom, put any toys to "nigh-nigh" on the bookshelf, and I crawl under my blanket for a nice sleep.

I have a new cat friend who sleeps with me because he's very soft. He's the one accompanying me on safari in the backyard. Most days he doesn't get to come outside, but stays in bed and awaits my return. Hey, how come cats never have to wear any pants? Unfair.

New caregivers

I just had to put in a plug for my new daycare providers. They are the friendly people in the photos; I have to confess these pictures were taken last month, but Papa hadn't uploaded them until now.

Hua is the woman with the great smile. Yang Duo is Hua's handsome husband in the other photograph, but we all call him yéye for grandpa. She had been an educator, and he was a surgeon when they were living in China; I am in very capable hands. They've been caring for me ever since I left BabyWorld a couple of months ago.

It has been a great change for me. I have a small gaggle of new friends there and we all get to learn Chinese (Mandarin and a little Shanghainese) along with English. Hua is also an excellent cook and tries to expand the repertoire of foods that I'll eat. She's already potty trained some of my older friends, so I'm up next. It will be nice to do away with stinky diapers someday.

Lots of new vocabulary since last time: alligator, zebra, monkey, Zadie, please, shark, octopus, bear, turtle, pie, pickle, strawberry, cherries, sky, meow, outside, inside...