Last weekend (which is really last last weekend by the time I'm posting this) we decided to leave the house, a true rarity in this season of our lives, and head into the city to meet some friends. It is so good to have Tim with me when leaving the house for these adventures because the struggle is real. Trying to figure out timing is the disaster because you could get her ready and fed and happy but then once you get yourself ready she needs to eat again. And a half hour later you figure you might as well wait for lunch and then go downtown. And after eating lunch your baby spits up enough to warrant an outfit change so you pull her out of her car seat and then she needs to be consoled before putting her back. And at this point one debates aloud if we should wait and feed her one more time before leaving so we don't have to do it in the city... Two hours after we planned on leaving (plus the hour and a half we alotted to get ready) and baby girl was sleeping in the car on the way downtown.
We bundled Gemma and spent the afternoon in the North End and she woke up on the walk back to the car in time to eat in the parking garage... I'd say it was a successful outing so we treated ourselves to beer and a game watch when we got home. Pics or it didn't happen:
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