As expected (and dreaded) it was an uneventful weekend for Cheeky. The little guy/gal is tenaciously holding onto whatever it can inside Claudia, and has no interest in moving, despite threats to buy a trampoline or a centrifuge. That hasn't, however, kept Kung Fu Baby from doing calisthenics in the evening and generally keeping Mommy up all night...
So to avoid the slow-burn insanity that characterized Friday, we agreed to get out of the house and try to "walk Cheeky out". The first trip out was a quest for Mr. Softee, the omnipresent ice-cream trucks which have tempted Claudia with their chocolate-dipped soft-serve since July 4th. Of course, the ONE TIME they aren't by the Promenade near Montague street was the one time we were motivated to look for them, so we had to "settle" for some Haagen-Dasz. Damn you, Mr. Softee....damn you all to hell!
We trekked out later that evening for a movie and a bite to eat on the Lower East Side. Claudia inexplicably has no desire to see Revenge of the Sith with me for the third time, so we went to see Howl's Moving Castle. Great film, very imaginative, and it kept Kung Fu Baby quiet for two hours. After 30 minutes wandering the too-hip streets of the neighborhood, we ended up at Grilled Cheese NYC, which is exactly what it sounds like. Since anything can be improved by melting cheese on it, this turned out to be an awesome, vein-clogging choice. God help me if this kid turns out to be lactose intolerant...I'll probably kill myself.
We opted to spend Sunday in the climate-controlled American Museum of Natural History, where I convinced Claudia to see the new dinosaur exhibit with me. While Claudia was pretending to be interested, and while little kids were literally smacking their heads into her belly, I was learning some very interesting things about dinosaur biomechanics. Apparently, they've recently determined that a large animal like Tyrannosaurus Rex probably did not move quickly, as it's often depicted in movies. The stresses on the bones, muscles, and tendons of the legs would be too much for a creature of that size and weight, and it was probably more of a lumbering beast. A similar argument can be used to explain Claudia's recent movement, as seen in this untouched photograph. (View this photo)
Tomorrow Claudia heads to the doctor again, where she swears she will chain herself to the reception desk without either a specific baby-removal plan or some incredibly gnarly medication. As always, we'll keep you posted if anything changes!