Our first weekend as caretakers of a small child was wildly successful. For one, I felt great. For two, there was so much fun to be had and breastfeeding in public to be done.
Luckily we have this thing, which has enabled us to run out and about without lugging around a carseat or stroller, which seems so silly to me now.
Saturday morning involved a trip to the Farmer's Market. A half dozen ears of corn, four apples, and one delicious burrito later, we headed home. Theodore thought it was high time he had some lunch as well, so we stopped on a bench on Center Street for a little feeding session. I didn't think to bring a blanket with me (I'm new to this, ok) and so I'm pretty sure I flashed a few cyclists and pedestrians. But for the first time, it went pretty well. We have mastered the latching on and the continuous eating with the only occasional flail about.
Saturday afternoon: Analiesa came over for a visit then we headed to Ash Mae and Carl's wedding reception. It was absolutely lovely. Theodore was awesome, slept the whole time in the Moby while we ate yummy food and hung out with friends. Near the end, Theodore again decided it high time for him to eat, so I found a nice little bench under a pavilion and nursed away. Charla and Galen sat with us and chatted, and it was quite nice. I also met Sofia! That makes two blog friends I've met in a little over a week. And I liked them both as much in real life as in the blogosphere.
Charla and me.
Galen and TIm.
Finally, on Sunday we attended an ice cream social at the Bishop's and Gordon's un-birthday party. Theodore was a hit at both. He's really cute. The Bishop told me I should've been a pioneer woman I handled childbirthing so great. It was the best compliment I've received yet.