This past Saturday, we resumed our family ritual of spending Saturday mornings at Starbucks. Jackson was along for the first time, and was happy to do his share to promote the consumption of ridiculously overpriced coffee drinks.
We had a great time just being out of the house, and time got away from us - or at least it got ahead of the number of bottles we had. We ended up buying pre-bottled formula and stopping for a roadside feed.
In spite of the trauma, Baby Jack agreed to leave the house again on Sunday to go to church, where he was swarmed by an adoring public! (But slept right through most of the hubbub.)
Having seen that it IS possible to take your precious baby out into the world fairly safely, Mama dared an outing to the park by herself with baby and stroller. Ice cream was, of course, the motivating factor! (Well, that and the fact that you could actually see the sun!)
If you're keeping count at home, we're getting about 3 to 3 1/2 hours of sleep at a time during the night. He doesn't seem to be bothered by that arrangement at all...
