7. Noble Substitutions

Monday was our first big foray into costuming. Cue the milestone bib:

Thanks to an array of spit-ups, blow outs and inclement weather, we were privileged to wear many costumes. Transforming from "milk monster" to "crochet bunny" to "cowgirl" to "naked and angry" was simplified by our decision to stay home. Fortuitous, since cleaning up that splashy cowgirl patty was a real barn burner.

Tonight we swapped this

for a few hours on the town. For our first night away from our seven week old cooing, pooing bundle of grunts, we chose a quick ballroom dance lesson (should our dance card ever open up again) and a 3D showing of Doctor Strange. An action packed four hours to draw my focus  away from the no doubt harrowing scene playing out at home. My sister has worked with newborns younger than Noble, so I told myself not to sweat the inevitability that she might cry the whole time we were gone. Auntie Jade is one of Noble's favorites, presumably because Jade is the baby craziest of us all, and the closest thing to mommy without all that bothersome nectar leaking everywhere.

The troubles Jade shared with us when we got home were the same ones we've only just learned work arounds for. Not solutions, just distractions. Most of them involve breast milk on tap, or stomping around the house until she's confused enough to forget why she was crying in the first place. When in doubt, feed her, right?

Even I have my limits. Without a small arsenal of nipple shields, which perform a multitude of conveniences, no one would be drinking from these fountains.

 These are not as modern a marvel as I'd expected. Dating back to the sixteenth century when they were crafted from wood and other horrors, they have been my MVP since day 1.

Right up there with this guy