He's Laughing At Me!

Yesterday, Rich and I decided to take Declan to the Spencer Museum of Art. It's small, local, and indoors, which makes it the perfect little outing. But we forgot one thing, you're supposed to be quiet when you go to a museum. We made it through the first room fine, there was some brightly colored art that he enjoyed. Then we went to the Renaissance room, which was dark and somewhat depressing. Declan started sqirming. By the time we got upstairs he was fussing a little, but not much. The problem was that there was some sort of program being filmed and Declan kept ruining the audio. I'm sure wherever that interview broadcasts, Declan's cries will be in the background.

So, we sheepishly left the museum, apologizing to all on our way out. We decided that he must be tired, so we quickly went home and swaddled him (yes, he's too big for every swaddler, but he won't go to sleep without one, so we improvise) and started the bouncing so that he'd go down for his nap. I was busy and didn't notice that Rich had been bouncing much longer than usual. So I was surprised when he looked over at me exasperated and said, in a mild panic "he's laughing at me, I'm working so hard to get him to sleep and he's just laughing at me". Sure enough, Declan was wide awake, smiley, and laughing. It's like he was victorious in getting us to leave the stuffy museum and had faked his crankiness to get his way. Now that he was home like he wanted to be, he was happy. We took the picture above right afterward. Now I know that babies don't have the capacity for this kind of planning, anticipation, and execution, but he is advanced afterall. Didn't I say he was advanced? Maybe he's an evil genius...and we're just his puppets.