Well the hubby had the whole week off from work since he's switching jobs, so we had lots of fun family time together. On Monday he took us to the mall so I could pick out some things for myself for my birthday. G did a lot of this there:
The diet's still going strong (I'm down about 16 lbs - woot!), but on my birthday, I splurge, man! We went to a little Mexican restaurant for lunch, followed by a little boating!
Ahhh the boat. Fresh sea air. The gentle lull of the waves. The high-pitched screaming of a starving 8 month old baby. Wait.
Oh yes. We get to the middle of the water and realize that we left her formula in the car. We thought, oh, she should be OK, she's gone 4 hours between meals and it's only been 3 hours now. We'll be back before then. Yeaaaah, just as 3 hours hit since her last meal, she wanted FOOD! We tried to appease her with some puffs, but she wasn't having it, and she doesn't care for straight water from a bottle either (does she even realize what's in her formula??). So we cut our boating excursion just a little shorter than we had planned and raced back to our car so we could feed her. And lo and behold, she had taken a massive explosive poo.
Man, sometimes we feel like such beginners.
She really did love it at first though. Maybe she just felt uneasy because she sensed a tsunami coming on?
Anyway, we headed back and went out to dinner at The Stinking Rose (a garlic festival in your mouth).
Friday I went back to work and came home for a nice long nap while Adam watched Gabriella. When I woke up, we decided to hit up the park for a bit, but it was a little on the cold side so we didn't stay long.