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We took little Oliver to Central Park today though the little guy slept through the whole thing. He missed the I’M-NOT-PAYING-THREE-DOLLARS-FOR-A-POP food carts, the miles of lost tourists who are probably stilled trapped inside the park, the runners who kept cursing me under my breath because I was enjoying the view, and the family of ducks that floated below us in the reservoir. Instead, after a “traumatic” experience at the doctor (because who likes going to the doctor’s office?), he stayed curled up next to his mom with only the occasional squirm as a response to my constant picture taking. He didn’t even seem to realize that he rode a New York City bus for the first time nor did he notice his mom playing with makeup in Sephora. Nope, he just sat there, happy as a clam as we wandered through the West Side. Poor kid – he doesn’t know what he’s missing yet. But if his eye movements, his ability to start lifting up his head with his neck, his smiles, and his increased fussiness as a way to communicate with us – if these are a sign of where he’s going, he’ll see everything pretty soon.

Today was a day of firsts. Oliver received his Social Security Card and I learned that your middle name has a character limit. You are now officially on the grid! Congrats! And now we’re excited to welcome you to that wonderful tradition – the yearly free credit report review. It is a lovely tradition that we can’t wait to pass on to you.

We also took an adventure into the Bronx. You’ll be amazed at how many people don’t make it north of Manhattan and you went ahead and did it when you are 11 days old. A child prodigy? Maybe. While there, we took you to your first restaurant (an Apple Bees – don’t judge me) and Target. You slept through everything. That’s okay though – it’s hard being a baby.

Oliver, I want to give you a piece of advice. After doing laundry yesterday, I prepared myself to write an apology to you on this blog. Why, you might ask (if you could talk)? Well, I lost one of your socks. I know, I know! I was going to plead for your forgiveness. As I lugged the forty pounds of laundry back into the apartment, I told this story to your mom. She told me not to worry about it and that your little sock was probably stuck in the bedsheets that I washed. And you know what? As I made the bed later that day, there it was. So the moral of the story is that you should expect to lose socks in your life, not be afraid to ask for forgiveness when you make a mistake, and that you should probably listen to your mother. She knows things.