Outings with Isabel

Baby on board

Leaving the house sure isn't what it used to be. Oh those carefree and spontaneous days....
I had no idea that traveling with our little nugget would require as much planning as a mini-vacation. It all starts with a simple plan. "Hey let's go to _______!" Seems easy enough, right? Heh. Let the checklist begin...

-What if she gets hungry?
-Did we pack her binky?
-How many diapers do we need?
-Will she need an extra blanket?
-Did you grab a change of clothes? (...for me too?)
-Is the stroller in the car?
-Don't forget the camera! (Hey! We're new parents!)

Before you know it, it's been a half an hour and I still haven't gotten myself ready.

She does pretty well. Sometimes she'll get a bit fussy at first in the carseat, but once we're on the road - Good Night, Isabel.

This past weekend, she was quite the social butterfly. Two birthday parties! Two extremely different birthday parties. The first - a very kid-friendly shindig. It was just what you would think. Loud, chaotic...suburban. lol She was amazing. She slept through most of it. We were so proud. The second - a very grown-up bbq where she was the lone child. That one was a little trickier. I did learn a few important lessons though. Like how to balance a baby in one arm and a wine glass in the other. And...that Isabel apparently hates it when we play Texas Hold 'em. (Maybe she just wasn't a fan of my betting) We left wondering if we're as much fun as we used to be...or if we're just those people with the kid. Such is life.

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