I once read that every time you leave the house with an infant you feel like you are about to leave for the airport.
"Do we have everything?" "Did you get the blanket?" "I only have one burp cloth, should I bring another?" "Where is the thing that sucks out his nose?" "Wait, turnaround, I forgot an extra hat!" "Shit, I only have one bottle of hand sanitizer."Getting out of the car is just as exciting.
What goes first? You can't leave the baby in the car, but do you put the carrier on the concrete while you get the stroller? How do you push a stroller and a grocery cart? Do you take the stroller in everywhere? Should the baby stay in the carrier while we eat? Will the carrier fit on the table, or maybe in the booth?This isn't even close to all the questions and scenarios we went through. People wanting to touch, hold and talk to the baby is an entirely other post.
But out we went...
At two weeks old, we took B to Slice and a Barons game.
Week 2: View from the outfield. |
Week 3: Aunt Lala holding B at Fox and the Hound. |
Week 4: Visit to Red Cat Coffee and Hop City after breastfeeding class. |
Week 7: B is listening to Gigi tell him he would look better in crimson. |
Week 8: Dad looking like a pro, sampling some food and wine. |
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