Forgot to mention: Yesterday was Morgan’s One Month “Birthday”
We were going to celebrate with a trip to Cold Stone Creamery (an ice cream shop). She managed to stay awake but calm in her stroller for almost 3/4 of the 20 minute walk there. This was, in and of itself, interesting. In the earlier days putting her in her stroller and pushing her over brick sidewalks was a sure-fire way to get her to fall asleep.
Anyway, we never quite made it into Cold Stone. We made it all the way there, but she was fussy. I tried to feed her, but that just resulted in a monumental spit up, the likes of which we had yet to see. Now mom and baby were sufficiently covered in spit up to make a trip into a public establishment (much less a restaurant) substantially less appealing. So we turned around and came home. Oh, and she was still fussing in her stroller, so dear old Dad ended up walking home with her in his arms. Very cute, but probably also tiring (for him, not her). These are the perils of trying to go out with an infant. You win some, you lose some. Still, it was a nice night for a walk.