Saturday, May 9, 2009

Family Outing

Someone should have warned me how exhausting it is to leave the house with a small child!

Now that are restrictions are semi lifted, we took the opportunity to get out. I'm not sure the zoo qualified as "no large crowds" but since it's open air and doesn't require touching a lot of common areas, we thought it would be safe, so Robbie had his first trip to the zoo.

He didn't seem to feel too strongly about it either way. He wasn't terribly excited, but also didn't get fussy or restless at all. He doesn't really understand pointing at things yet, so I don't think he knew what he was looking at most of the time.

Less than impressed by the lemurs.




He did seem to enjoy petting the goats, so at least there was that.






He didn't seem terribly impressed by the butterfly house.


I think his favorite part of the visit might have been when Mommy & Daddy had refreshments.


I may not like MY bottle, but mommy's is tasty!



Either way, mommy and daddy had a good time. It was our first family outing. (Hospital visits do NOT count.)



After the zoo, we came back home for a feeding/puking session. (His reflux is still awful.) David and I got changed and headed out to a nice dinner for Mother's Day.



We went to a local Italian place- Mungo's. Robbie did great. He flirted with the patrons waiting next to us and was pretty perky throughout most of the dinner.



He had his first taste of big people bread and boy was it a hit!






He started to get a little restless towards the end of dinner, but was pacified by the joy of playing with my to-go bag.


Bread is good, but paper is better!




All in all it was a great day. It was exhausting, though. Robbie fell asleep in the car on the way home and I could have easily done the same.

But it truly felt great to get out of the house and seem almost normal. It was the greatest Mother's Day gift I could have asked for.

--Trish



P.S. One more bonus picture. Robbie had his first trip to the grocery store with me the other day. I brought toys, but in typical child fashion, the best "toys" are always mom's.

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