I haven't made much of an effort to take you out since you were born. I mean, newborns really have no business going out anyway, most people would agree. Since we brought you home from the hospital, you have gone to the audiologist's office for a hearing test a few days after you were born; you went to Tia Marcela's house for her birthday a couple of weeks later; and you went to Aunt Becky's house for a play date at about one month. Today, we decided to go to the mall to return some nursing bras to Nordstroms. I know -how exciting. But when I say, we, I mean the whole family, double stroller and everything. And guess what -we made it without even pulling our hair out.
You were very well behaved of course and luckily your older sister and brother didn't give us too much grief. We went to a few stores, the eatery for lunch, and stopped to let the kids play in the tree house area while I fed you. Thank you for not vomiting on me in public. I didn't bring an extra shirt and frankly, I'm still suffering post traumatic stress from Sofia when she was a possessed baby vomiter.
Look at that smile!
I'm only including this one because you look so very cute. Me -not so much. But it's either you or me and I was tempted to post the one where I looked better. When I try to get a picture of the two of us together so you will know that I existed in your infancy, they just haven't been turning out. Apparently, we are the two least photogenic people on the planet. And like a typical man, I suppose, you're either looking up at the ceiling behind me like in the previous photo or down at my chest like it's snack time.
