Edmund woke bright and early Friday morning. As my mom, Sandy, had so graciously offered to do nighttime duty while we were in Harrisonburg, Steven and I continued sleeping. When Edmund woke Sandy prepared a bottle and took Edmund downstairs where she handed him over to my dad, Jack. She gave Jack
the honors of the morning feeding. Since Jack is already an early riser, having a fellow early riser to spend the morning with was quite a treat. Jack fed Edmund his early morning bottle while watching TV, as Paw Paw the dog looked on. At the completion of the feeding Jack decided to take the opportunity to give Edmund his first remote control lesson. As Steven and I have decided no TV for Edmund until he is much older, this lesson in the use of the remote was quite sneaky of Granddad.Eventually Steven and I awoke from our blissful, uninterrupted slumber and got ourselves and Edmund ready for the day. First on the agenda was a noon lunch at Mrs. Hardesty's Tea Room. We had tried to go the day before, but apparently such a fancy place requires a reservation. When we arrived at the tea room, Mrs. Hardesty was ready for us. The menu
was very dainty, but perfect for me as I am not the biggest of eaters. I was taken with the miniature salt and pepper shakers shaped like teapots and the miniature china teacups hanging from the curtains. I am not a girly girl, but I do love all things miniature. I must note that the Tea Room is also known as the Ladies Tea Room. I've been informed that men do occasionally lunch there, but not so on this particular day. Steven and Edmund were quite good sports, though Edmund could have cared less as he slept through the whole thing.
After lunch we were informed we had to let the secretaries at Harrisonburg Baptist Church see Edmund, as they had heard so much about him. While Sandy planned a prank with the secretaries for the Sunday morning announcements, Steven, Edmund, and I sneaked away to the sanctuary. While in
the sanctuary Edmund tried his hands at the drums and wailed his song into the microphone. Earlier that morning I gave him a lesson on the piano. Edmund need only pick up the trumpet, then he will be versed on all of his mommy's instruments. As an aside, Jack had promised our piano to the first child who had a son and included Mercer i
n the name. I think the middle name Jack is an even better choice, so I'm expecting that piano very soon :) While Edmund was practicing for his jazz band auditions, Sherry, the head of HBC's nursery walked in. Of course she wanted to hold him, so Edmund's jam session came to an end. After being "oohed and aahed" over, Edmund set out on his next adventure.Our final destination for the day was the Dayton Farmer's Market. It is run by Mennonites and is a "must see" every time we visit Harrisonburg. Sandy perused the kitchen store while Steven, Edmund, and I explored all areas of the marke
t. As we went from store to store, women stopped me to see "the tiny baby." They explained they needed a "baby fix." Again Edmund was quite the trooper about all this as he slept through it. After looking at the delicious cheeses, pastas, and candies in the dry goods section we made our way to the far end of the market. Upstairs they have a "newborn nursery" with lifelike baby dolls. When you walk upstairs you are greeted by sweet coos. I commented on how we were only greeted by happy sounds. Had the cries of babies been playing I'm not sure the newborn nursery would be such a fun place for "little mommies". I told Steven that I would have absolutely loved this place when I was a little girl. I stated "I would have wanted a boy." Steven pointed to sleeping Edmund and said "well you have a real one." How could I forget? Edmund is much more fun than a doll, and cuter if I might add!So concluded the day's trips around Harrisonburg. Edmund was quite the hit, and his parents learned they will forever be known as Edmund's mom and dad.
