Well, my demon child defied the odds and, from what I hear, was a sweet boy for his grandparents. No major meltdowns and no huge traumatic events. Thank. God.
And, I think we're on to something....Joey was outside at a softball game for 3 hours, and he was great. He was outside with us at the dog park on Sunday, and did great.
The boy wants to be outside. Preferably upright in the front pack.
I can't blame him, I would be bummed too if I couldn't move and I was trapped in a living room for most my life. But, the weather...don't even get me started. You can't freaking trust that you won't go outside and get trapped in a torrential downpour, so we've been forced inside for most of Joey's 5 months of life. Super lame, I get it. So I think from no on, wherever we go, we will be putting Joey in the front pack, and walking around with him. He really really enjoys it and I think the amount of stimulation really helps with his attitude and his sleeping. I will look like a complete retard with my huge pre-teen sized infant attached to the front of my body, but hey, I'll do anything.
ADDED BONUS - He weighs like a billion pounds so it could be a win win. Mommy's ass gets smaller and Joey is a sweet angel boy. I like the sound of that.