2003-09-30 - 10:19 a.m. - Cycle day:

Miss M. is becoming quite a woman of the world these days. I took her to The Husband's office last Friday, so we got a chance to show her off to all his co-workers, including a colleague whose daughter is about two weeks older than M. and has been trudging through a colicky stage. Whenever The Husband feels bad about the amount of sleep he's getting, I remind him to be grateful that he isn't trying to direct a marching band after listening to a screaming baby all night.

After her successful university debut, M. and I went to our beloved alterna-parenting store. It's a great place for an outing because there's a clean changing table and a couch specifically intended for nursing. I hung out and talked to the owner for about an hour, and aside from peeing up an outfit during an awkward change, M. was great.

She did equally well during our trip to Target the next day, although I still don't think I'm ready to make that sort of trek on my own. We started out with her in the infant carrier, but when she got fussy, we took her out and carried her. I had the sling with me, but I didn't want to risk pissing her off by putting her in it. Pretty self-defeating, I realize. Instead of potentially irritating her, I ended up with sore arms and little ability to do any meaningful shopping. Oh well. I was just happy we made it through the trip.

The Husband bought a couple CDs while we were out, so when we were trying to sit down to dinner that night and M. decided she needed some personal attention, he put on Sgt. Pepper and danced with her through the entire album. I don't know what made me more emotional - watching him dance with his daughter, or being able to eat a hot meal while it was still hot.

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