I think we have to take a hiatus from restaurants, which is a real bummer because in an effort to avoid cleaning the kitchen, I have been spearheading a campaign to eat at every restaurant in town. We've had a generally nice time, and I can tell you the best spots for salads in a 15-mile radius. Cooper, though, has started to be a terrible dining companion. For starters, he is impossible to nurse anywhere but on the middle of my bed or on the floor (?!?) of his room. Sometimes MAYBE he'll eat in the car under duress. Anyplace else (even under a Bebe Au Lait nursing cover) is off limits. SUCH A PITA. Second, he doesn't always want to eat solids if we are at a restaurant, even if he is hungry. What he wants to do is to go home and sit on my bed and nurse in the semi-dark with no voices or other distractions. Third, he likes to concuss himself by smashing his forehead into the table at least once per meal. So, if you are looking for me between the hours of 6:30 and 8:30, I'll be cleaning the kitchen (with a long "break" in the middle to do bedtime). Blurgh.
|Do not be fooled by the smile. Also? Do you see the huge red mark on his head?|
In other news: SWINGING is the best thing EVER.