B.R. 7/9/08

The baby asked for an early release this morning, so I obliged. Who knows what she was doing outside the bedroom for the hour or so? I do, actually, so it's not really rhetorical. You see, the baby returned to the bed to wake me up and when she does that I know that she has something to show me -- and sure enough, she had a lot of potty to show. After receiving her praise, she ran to her bone and gave me a look that said, "well, I did that, so now you do this." And so I did. That's how this morning went.

When I returned home, the baby -- after doing her dance of joy -- seemed rather anxious about something. She played a little fetch, but I could tell that her heart wasn't in it. She did a lot of sighing and looking, and the only thing I could think of was that she might have wanted to go outside. Unfortunately for her, there was heavy rainstorm on its way from Philly, so we had to wait that out. It wasn't until a little after 9 p.m. that the two of us managed to make it outside for our walk. She went a little cray while we were in the park (as denoted by the circle on the map), and paid the price when we returned home by passing the s out for a good hour.

While this is not from tonight, it is illustrative of what one means when one says that the baby is passed the s out: