The Little Victories

Today I have been remarkably successful at actually being able to put the baby down, thus freeing up my own body to do things *I* want to do (like, say, go pee, or type two-handed, or wrap a present for someone's baby shower). I almost felt a tiny bit guilty there, for a minute, because I wasn't constantly holding or touching my baby and thereby building a strong mother-infant bond like nature intended, but then I shoved that little PC-parent devil off my shoulder and into a nice, lead-lined box and went off to go eat some chocolate pudding and write this entry. Voila! No more guilt! That, my friends, is the big, happy bonus of being a second-time parent. Unlike the way I was with Eli, I am now absolutely confident that my kids will turn out fine regardless of whether I follow every bit of parenting advice I hear or read. I just do what works for me. Pragmatic parenting, that's what I'm all about. (Oh, and have I mentioned my deep and abiding allegiance to the saying "if Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy?" Uh-huh.)

Anyway...in other news, yesterday we had a big outing--Adrienne (who had the day off) and I (along with Josh and Isaac) went to the city to go to LUSH, and then to go meet our friends Serena and Eric at a cafe for lunch. Isaac slept through 99% of it all, and I nursed him a couple times, and it went great. I think this time around I'm just more determined to do stuff with Isaac in tow, and that determination makes all the difference. I feel victorious that I got to go out and do something I wanted to do, with baby, and it worked out just fine.

Not too much else to say right now, so I'll just resort to a few pictures:

^ Duuuuuuuuuuuude. Whassuuuuuup? (Auntie Lisa, this one's for you.)

^ Continuing evidence that Eli still loves "his baby".