The Weekly Peanut, Issue 21 - BIRTHDAY RECAP SPECIAL EDITION
We've had quite the exciting week. Since D wouldn't be going to daycare the rest of the week, we decided to go fancy in honor of her early birthday.
Wednesday afternoon, Grandpa Marc flew down to help us celebrate the peanut's first anniversary. We went out for dinner at Oblivion, one of our favorite spots for a burger these days.
Thursday, July 4th, was the official birth day! The night before at 12:01 am, Ian tried to wake me up and tell me the official moment (that was, indeed, her birth time), but I think I just grumbled and rolled over. I roused the peanut for an exciting and special day.
Daphne got dolled up in her patriotic finest and opened her presents from Mommy and Daddy. We watched the birthday episode of Yo Gabba Gabba, then rolled out for lunch at Hawkers (creatures of habit? Us?). We'd been sitting all of two minutes when our dear friends Katy & Lucas showed up with BFF Audrey. We all laughed at our shared brain and that we had planned to all meet up that afternoon anyway.
The afternoon was spent enjoying the company of our friends. We grilled pizzas and shared cupcakes from Blue Bird. Daphne really liked the cupcake, until she decided she was done. Then she realized she was covered in icing and was having NONE. OF. IT. Into the bath! Then we went outside for some quick fireworks (sparklers only... it wasn't even dark out!), then it was off to bed.
Friday was our third trip to Sea World. It was HOTTT. We went straight to the sting rays and then Turtle Trek. Then we wandered over to Shamu's Happy Harbor. I had just gotten D into her new bathing suit (the zipper broke, so mad!), when they announced that they were shutting down Happy Harbor due to storms! Within seconds we were getting poured on, but did this stop miss D? Oh no. She insisted on trotting out into the rain to jump in the puddles. So I took her onesie off so she'd have something dry and let her run around in her diaper. She proceeded to prance around, swinging her arms, barking like the martians in Mars Attacks!, greeting everybody that came by. I got the occasional "Why is your poor baby just walking around in a diaper?" look (don't judge me!), but most people were pretty disarmed by the tiny welcoming committee. The rain stopped pretty quickly so we ran over to the sprinklers but they were still off! Argh! So we went for a walk to explore other things. When we came back to Shamu's Happy Harbor I made a marvelous discovery:
Sea World has a baby/child care center. Moms of all children small: take note, ALL THEME PARKS SHOULD HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THIS. It's a small building hiding near the back of Happy Harbor. Inside, there's a lobby area with seating and toys, a mini kitchen complete with bottle warmers and I think there might have been microwaves, too?, private bathrooms, a changing room (complete with REAL changing tables and pads!), and (drumroll please) a private nursing room complete with padded rocking chairs. Seriously. IT'S MOTHERFLIPPIN' MOM MECCA! How frustrating not to have found it until we are near the end of nursing D but seriously, all theme parks should take their cues from Sea World, because this was spot on perfect and wonderful.
We finally got to play in the sprinklers. By then Daphne was flagging (and still refusing to nap at a theme park. EVER.). So we headed out.
Saturday was Grandpa's last day in town. First we went to brunch at the Cask & Larder (yup, again). Then Grandpa Bobo came over for dinner and Daphne time.
Sunday we had a visit from Aunt Shelley and the cousins. Daphne got some more presents (spoiled kid). (Are you as exhausted as I am?). Daphne was such a champ through everything, so proud of my little peanut. Not so little! 1 year old! How'd that happen? This week I've started the terrifying but also glorious process of not pumping as much. Friday is D's 12 month check up where we'll hopefully get the official ok to start the transition to cow's milk. I am TREMENDOUSLY proud of myself for making it the 12 months, so glad of all the money I've saved, but after living first hand the PAIN IN THE ARSE that it is, I would definitely not begrudge anybody the choice not to do breastfeed. It is a whole other job.
Next week's issue will have the doctor recap and hopefully almost nothing else, as we plan to take it VERY easy this weekend. HAH. Like that will happen.