Monday, August 22, 2011

It's a new dawn, it's a new day

This weekend was a weekend of "firsts:"

First birthday as a mommy.
Verdict: both more and less awesome than as a non-mommy. More awesome--realizing that it's not all about me anymore. Less awesome--realizing that it's not all about me anymore.

First time trying formula.
Verdict: eh. He hated the first kind we tried (some eco brand from WF) but would reluctantly take the second kind (a totally conventional brand from Walgreens). He's still living high on the boob, but we just wanted to have a backup for our child-free mini-vacay in London.

First time sleeping through playgroup.
Verdict: playgroup is still fun even without the baby. Mr. Monk took a two and a half hour nap immediately after drinking a few ounces of formula, just as we were heading to our friend's house. Maybe its sedative properties are not overrated.

First joint party with Mr. Schneed.
Verdict: double your pleasure, double your fun. Not sure why we didn't think of this earlier, considering our birthdays are always three days apart. One of us got a wee bit drunker than the other. Guess which one?

First time feeding the baby pizza (first time at this yummy resto).
Verdict: let the sunshine in. He seriously could not have been more excited. Seems like he's ours after all.

First time feeding the baby gelatto (what? who has pizza without gelato?)
Verdict: even better than pizza! We only gave him a tiny bit, but he continued to lick the spoon for a good ten minutes after it was gone.

First time attending the SF Street Food Festival.
Verdict: would have been so much cooler if about 90% of the people there weren't. The lines were no less than 50 people deep. Our tummies made us leave and go here to have these. Our tummies were pleased with the decision.

First time using Pinterest.
Verdict: pinterrific! We are doing a little redecorating and this site is so perfect for stealing ideas from far more creative people.

First time pooping in the tub.
Verdict: hilarious but disgusting. He was very unhappy to leave the bath once he had gone and marked his territory. Definitely made me nervous for the glory days of potty training.


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  2. Very cute pictures - you have such a handsome little boy! :)

    Pooping in the tub equals hilarity and fright. I love it.

  3. We were sad we couldn't make the food fest, but it sounds like we didn't miss much. Sounds like you had a big weekend nonetheless!

  4. First enjoy your mini holiday in London. I am jealous. Second, your little one is SO cute. I love the verdicts on everything. I am about to enter the world of "not about me anymore" and I am glad I am allowed to feel a little not so great about it. My Lebanese husband's family always makes me feel guilty about it. Sod it, I am going to feel elated and sad all at the same time. Great chronicle of your life as a mum here.
    Stopping by from VB!

  5. LOL! Loved this post, especially about sleeping through the playgroup.

  6. Great pics! I hate to break it to you but that probably won't be your last poop in the tub! New follower from VB!

  7. What an eventful weekend! Little Bit never took formula. He knew the breast was best ;D He did wean easily though and went straight to a sippy cup. No need to ditch a bottle!

  8. Aww, thanks for all the VB love!

  9. I am so addicted to pinterest!