March 15, 1921.
Rather hectic days for my parents! Father rushes around in the mornings to get breakfast before he leaves the house and then comes home early in the afternoon to do a bit of housework and get the dinner. Mother does a little about the house, but it uses most of her strength just to take care of me. I am helping out by being a good boy, though I fear I cause my parents to lose sleep at night. — Indeed, I don’t understand how they can get along with only five or six hours sleep a day when I require at least twenty-two!
March 14, 1921.
This morning Mother carried me to the window for my first glimpse of the outer world and we were both excited by seeing, in St Bartholomew’s churchyard, across the street, the first Robin Redbreast of Spring.
Also, in the afternoon John, the Hand-organ Man, came around for the first time this Spring and I gave him a nickel.
March 13, 1921
One Month Old Today!
To celebrate the event I was very good last night: for, though I began to cry at 3:10 AM., after Mother had attended to me and Father had given me the warm water bottle and then calmly gone back to bed, I decided to reward their patience by sleeping peacefully until time for my early breakfast at 6 o’clock.
Today Father helped Mother give me my bath [on Miss Ganung’s advice] and it was a painful experience to all three of us.
The maid, Agnes, left us today for her regular position and we regretted her going, for Great Aunt Elizabeth is not yet able to come to us because of an attack of laryngitis. Father will be compelled to do the housework while Mother will devote all her time to me. – I am glad to record the fact of Mother’s improvement. She cannot yet stand very long nor climb steps, but she is undoubtedly getting stronger.
March 12, 1921.
Last night I began to cry when the clock struck two and stopped when it struck four. “Why is son like a railroad train?” Mother asked Father; and answered her own question: — “Because he starts and stops only on signal.”
March 10, 1921
Last night I managed to get my foot through the armhole of my Gertrude petticoat, which didn’t add much to my comfort. Who can blame me for crying and getting my fond parents up at 5:30?
Grandfather Briley, having recovered from the bad cold which prevented his coming to see me heretofore, came tonight and brought me an Easter bunny. He is much pleased with me. — I am the only grandchild on either side of the house, so, of course, my respective grandparents are proud and glad.
This afternoon Mother became so worried by my frequent crying and refusal to sleep o’nights that she called in Dr. Archibald Smith, a specialist in babies. The doctor looked me over and said that I was the picture of health, and Mother was greatly comforted — I really must do better hereafter. I weigh only 9 lbs: haven’t gained a bit this week.
As usual, The “Argus” foozled, leaving off the last line.
March 9, 1921
Got Father up twice last night to quiet me, by giving me a bottle of warm water. But they can’t fool me! — I cried a lot this afternoon, too, but I was pretty good the rest of the day.