Bjorn...success

Typical reaction of Peter in the Bjorn: anger.

Finally, in the Bjorn - with few tears.

Let me preface this entry by saying that we were so concerned that we were hurting Peter when putting him in the Bjorn that we asked Dr. Soriano about it yesterday. Her response? "He'll get used to it." So, armed with the good doctor's advice, we decided to step up our efforts in getting Peter fully locked and loaded in the Freedom Machine.

And, we did it, finally. What was the trick? Maybe it was that Mama (and her magical milk jugs) took a chance; maybe it was our son finally giving up and giving in. At any rate, we were able to walk down the street to the Stevens Creek trail, and walk a bit on that as well.

Peter's got his eyes on his two favorite objects.

I'm not putting too much hope in this, but the successful Bjornage might mean:

(1) I can make and eat lunch in more than two minutes. (As two minutes are all the Gruntster will give me in the bassinet before he flips out.)

(2) I can do minor household chores, like the laundry. Or wiping off tables. (I'm talking really minor stuff here.)

(3) We might take a hike this weekend, if we can find something reasonably shady and not too far away.