Chuck and Cherie left today. This morning they came over around 7:30 and we (except for my parents) walked to the Artisan Bakery for coffee and a light breakfast. We got our food to go and took it to the same area Carly and I went the other morning. Along the way August kept requesting that Cherie sing the turtle song.
August was having a blast playing with our cups at the park. Cherie would stick them and he would knock them over. So we were there until a little past 9. In fact, we spotted Paul as he walked to work.
We came up and Chuck and Cherie went to their hotel to check out. They came back on their way out of town to say goodbye.
He took a nap and then Carly put him in a swim diaper and took him in the pool.
When he was going down the back porch stairs with me he made it all the way to the bottom but then stumbled of the last step and hit his nose on his shovel, causing his first nosebleed. Not too traumatic though.
In the afternoon we drove in to the library and he played with the toys there for 45 minutes or so. We also ran into Vicki who lives down the street and her grandson. August really liked the magnets, magnetic letters, and this wooden mailbox with wooden envelopes that you fit in the slots.
My mom and dad went to the post office and then my mom came to the library, so she was there most of the time. We then went to Safeway, where August very clearly remembered the ball racks and the drinking fountain. He has the store pretty memorized by now.
We came home and I watched the second half of the World Cup match (US beat Germany 2-0).
My dad made spaghetti, meatballs, and zucchini for dinner. All went well and August ate a lot of zucchini except for an unfortunate handful of spaghetti sauce that ended up on the carpet.
Mom tried to give him some apple pie after dinner, but he rejected it pretty decisively after one bite. He did eat a lite crust off of mine.
Unlike yesterday it took some work to get August to sleep tonight. I read the One Fish Two Fish and Harry Builds a House books with him and did more of his stickers. He then literally hopped on pop when I laid down on the floor. I also did ‘Tickle’ with him a few times and finally wore him out. Carly still had to wrangle him to sleep as he kept standing up and walking around the room – even trying to climb up on the bed.
Morning walk:

Home:
You can see the remains of his bloody nose:





























































