In comparison to Max, Macy is just as content being held or sitting on Mom's lap as Max was knocking down a stack of blocks. Just as inquisitive, but so much more snuggley. With Max, we were able to spot his "horns" right away, but Macy is good about hiding them, if she has any at all.
That being said, if she doesn't like something, she will let you know. The stroller, for example, is something that she is getting used to. The fits of anger are getting less and less when placed in the stroller, which is ironic because once she's in and moving about, she settles right down. It probably doesn't hurt that Mom is holding her hand the entire time!
Our stroller adventure took us to a park nearby today. There were swings, sand to play in, and miles of walking paths for us to enjoy. Given the first opportunity to spring free from the confines of the dreaded stroller, Macy was off and running around the park. She must have walked a mile around the paths, with very little desire to be carried, and definitely no desire to get back in that four-wheeled straight jacket.
It got to be pretty close to dinner time, and my keen sense of cuisine sensed a Pizza Hut about a block from the park. It seemed to me that Macy was way overdue for a good ol' taste of Americana. She ate about a half of a piece of pepperoni pizza and then decided she didn't want any more. Not bad for her first time. We wondered what the director at the baby home would have to say about that???
After dinner, it was back in her favorite mode of transportation for the walk back to the hotel. Less of a battle this time, but still not enthralled.
A short amount of play and into her jammies before she started to rub her eyes...the international gesture for "put me to bed." Shelly complied and off she went without a whimper. And we aren't far behind her!
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