August had his music class. Then he and I went shopping and then on a walk so that Carly could have some time to work. Later, we all went for a walk in the dark to get some exercise, fresh air, a hot chocolate, and free advice about how rosy cheeks are bad for a baby.
Also, August spent a lot of time teething.
Music class:
He like the rattles they played with. Mainly as a teething toy:

Carly gave him her water bottle when it was time to give them back:

We got to play with stickers. Carly and I would put the sticker on our nose or ear, etc. and he would pull it off. Here it is on his cheek:

And we played with puzzles. I like both of his classes, but prefer the Monday class. This is supposed to be a music class, but a lot of the activities seem to not have much to do with music. Overall it seems a bit more chaotic and less clear. Although there are about ten more babies in the class and I don’t speak much Korean, so it isn’t necessarily the teacher’s fault. She actually seems really good with the kids and August likes her.

As we often do, we looked at the pet section of Home Plus. The lizard was moving around and caught August’s eye. And August caught the lizard’s eye, as it seemed to be trying to get to him:

He is excited about the ice rink they built in the park:

Here’s what he was looking at. Kind of an odd activity. They have kids pushing themselves around on boards over the rough ice using these pointy ice pick things:

We stopped at home to drop off groceries and change him before heading out for a walk. Usually he isn’t a big fan of lying on the changing pad, but sometimes he decides he just wants to hangout for awhile:

On our first walk, looking down on the stream:

Watching the washing machine before we leave on our second walk. Trying shoes on him again for a little more warmth:

Waiting for Carly’s hot chocolate and my royal milk tea. Note the mittened hand sticking out:

And here are the cool shoes:

Finally, trying out another bath. Notice how he is clinging to Carly. It went okay, and is interesting because it isn’t like he is afraid of the bath. I ended up standing on the other side of the bath and washing him while he still held on to Carly. There was a little crying near the end, but not much:
