A Baseball - A memory to last a lifetime

So....last night the Cubs won the World Series (cue the city of Chicago lighting itself on fire). Which to be honest, doesn't feel great, because that's what makes a good rivalry. A lot of people say "But can't you at least recognize what a big moment this is?" And in some ways yes, of course. I recognize that this is a big deal for a crap ton of people but at the same time it just makes my insides feel awfully crummy which I also don't feel guilty about.

In college I was part of a very competitive speech team and whenever we didn't compete as well as we wanted, I didn't think "But good for that other team!" I usually felt crushed, and defeated, and emotionally drained - which is a little how this World Series win feels.

However, the one thing that is putting a huge smile on my face is watching the way this sport (and sports in general) bring people together. Devin HATES baseball, he really doesn't like any sport, but he actively dislikes baseball. At first that really bothered me about him. I wanted him to recognize the nuances of the game, the spirit and excitement that surround each inning, and I wanted him to know why I love this game so much.

But as time has passed I have totally accepted his viewpoint and I even kind of enjoy this fact about him. Devin and I are never going to share a special moment over baseball. He isn't going to look over at me with a huge grin after a critical home run and high five me. We aren't going to watch a 9th inning with baited breath. Instead, these are moments I have had with my dad that are very very special to me.

In 2005 when the White Sox won the World Series I remember sitting in our living room watching the final out with him. I remember jumping and cheering and his pure joy as his team won the championship. I remember going downtown for the parade and feeling so excited about skipping a day of school - I know I will remember that day for the rest of my life.

This season we took Rosie to her very first White Sox game and it was so delightful. She loved watching all the people, she tried some ballpark food for the first time, we explained to her all about how baseball works, and she clung to her grandpa all day long as excited as could be. I know that as Rosie grows bigger she will also start creating memories in that ballpark that I have been to countless times over the last 26 years. She will know the pinwheels, the fireworks, and the foam fingers. She will know the joy of a win, and the disappointment of a loss, and more than anything I hope she remembers spending warm (or sometimes bone chillingly cold) afternoons with her grandpa.

Rosie and her official first game certificate!

Like I said...clinging to grandpa!

Rosie was so into all the clapping and most of the time did it at the right time.

She did however get a little messy and needed an outfit change.

Grandpa telling Rosie all his baseball secrets. 

Rosie trying some nachos because you only go to the ballpark for the first time once!

Earning herself an awesome balloon that of course she wanted to eat.

Grandpa pointing out some of the finer features of the ballpark.

Can't believe someday she will be a full grown person who will fill this seat.

A keepsake for life!

So yeah, knowing how memorable all this is, how special a world series win is, how it brings families together - for that reason I have found a reason to smile at all those social media posts about the Cubs win - even if it does sting.

Two Years Past....A Lifetime Ahead

Yesterday Devin and I celebrated our two year anniversary! Last year we had a 6 week old so even though we were at my parents' and had big plans to go to a Brazilian Steakhouse we ended up just staying in for the night and eating pizza. This year we had no false illusions of grand dinner dates and instead just planned to do dinner at home. However even though Devin is usually not one to give presents, or buy cards, or plan surprises he showed up at my work mid-morning with all kinds of wonderful goodies.

When he showed up in the surgery room, baby in one arm and flowers in the other, my very first question was:

"How did you get up here?!"

Because I work on a secure floor, and I am obviously very welcoming.

But it was such a wonderful and completely unexpected surprise that it absolutely made my entire day. I made out with some cupcakes, cookies, a new picture frame, flowers, a bag of M&Ms, and a beautiful card that Devin said he picked out because it reminded him of our wedding (how freaking adorable).

After the little family left I got back to work and spent the remainder of the day finishing up surgeries. Towards the end of the day I got a call from Devin saying him and Monkey were at the park near by building so I hurried over to meet them for a little afternoon hang out and accompanied them to the library where Rosie ran around shrieking, stealing CDs, looking at books, and wiggling her way out of our arms so she could run around some more (intense wiggling pictured below).

I love our library because it has a specific section just for board books, so Rosie has a ton of books that are just perfect for her age range. However yesterday a couple was sitting in that exact area having an argument about their relationship and I felt really awkward interrupting an emotional scene to ask Rosie if she wanted the hippo book or the puppy book so we had to pick what we wanted pretty quickly and get out of dodge.

Once  I got home from work we started our normal nighttime routine of dinner and playtime except dinner was a little more fabulous than usual. Devin made lobster ravioli, cranberry salad, roasted garlic and cheese potatoes, and garlic bread and I happily ate everything in sight. So freaking delicious. Oh and since it was a special occasion we let Rosie try her first bite of chocolate. 

She was a total fan.

Overall it was a simple and perfect anniversary, and as Devin reminded me the most important thing is that we spend it together. The rest is just kind of optional. 

Oh and on a side note even though the Cubs are probably going to win the world series, Rosie knows deep down which Chicago team she roots for.

 Right now one of her favorite thing to do is put this hat on her own head, and then my head, and then back on her own head. And I don't mind one bit! #WhiteSox4Life

Halloween Weekend + NaBloPoMo Goals

This weekend was wonderfully full of Fall memories that started with Shmoopie helping me make some roasted butternut squash. In an act of efficiency (laziness) I got the precut squash from Costco and then roasted it with cinnamon, a tiny bit of brown sugar, a dash of salt, and a bit of honey as soon as it comes out of the oven. Rosie was all about it! 

She also thought dancing on top of the pan was the best part of making dinner. We are a lawless land. Also Rosie's Uncle Dominic bought her this Cubs shirt, and even though we are strict White Sox fans, I put her in it to Skype with her grandparents because I like some light trolling. 

On Friday night Rosie attended a Halloween Party put on by the local Moms Blog, and had a blast! She is at an age where I am never quite sure how things like that will go because sometimes she is really into participating and interacting with the things around her and sometimes she just wants to stare at people...most of the she just wants to stare at people. But hey I can't blame her, people come in all shapes and sizes and are pretty darn fascinating to watch but it also makes her look like a stalker baby.

Rosie killed at the ring toss game and then found this hoola hoop that she really enjoyed standing inside of.

On Saturday I busted out the playdoh she got at her Halloween party and she was thoroughly confused. She really couldn't believe it wasn't food, and then couldn't grasp the odd consistency and instead just tried to rip it into a bunch of small pieces.

The rest of Saturday was pretty uneventful, I napped for quite a long time while Devin took Rosie grocery shopping, and then I watched a crap ton of episodes of Shameless after Rosie went to bed. Is anyone else watching this?? I'm super in to it, however there are 6 seasons on Netflix which is a pretty lofty goal but I have some brains to slice this week so hopefully I can knock back a few more before the end of the week.

On Sunday Rosie and I went to Target to buy her some special toddler crayons (they are huge and shaped like eggs which makes them nearly impossible to break) and also picked out this sweet monster hat, which was of course from the boys' section because anything with monsters, aliens, robots, dinosaurs, or other exciting adventurous characters will usually be found in the boys' section. Of course. 

In the afternoon I got all the laundry put away which felt good for 5 seconds before I looked around and saw the laundry that has accumulated since Devin got caught up on getting everything clean. IT NEVER ENDS. Then before dinner we went down to the park because it was a ridiculously nice day considering the time of year and we absolutely couldn't waste it!

Rosie thinks her Dad is hilarious and loved getting to go down the slide all by herself for the very first time.

She is also super obsessed with mulch, and rocks, and woodchips, and leaves. So 75% of her time at the park was spent collecting these items, abandoning them, and then gathering more of the same item.

 Then Devin put Rosie to bed while I spent the evening with my neuroscience girls chowing down on pizza, drinking wine, and crafting. I don't even know what I am going to do next year without these amazing ladies!

We decided to take Rosie trick or treating but had extremely low expectations and were totally prepared to come back home if things went horribly awry. However she was a natural!

Rosie heading out the front door on a mission.

Watch out neighborhood, I'm on my way to get candy!

 The first few blocks were rough because Rosie found an acorn, and every few steps she stopped to check and see if it was still in her bucket, and then pulled it out to look at it and dropped it back in her pail. Also we went out at 5:30 and for the first few blocks we saw NO other humans and I was really concerned that our neighborhood was boycotting Halloween but eventually we ran into a little duck and we decided to start knocking on doors.

Rosie was really successful at picking out a piece of candy from the bowls people presented her and even dropped it in her bucket before moving on to the next house. She gave out lots of squeals, smiles, and tried to push her way into any house with a dog. A ton of people asked us if we were from the neighborhood, which was weird because what were they going to do if we said no? Deny us candy? But then Devin reminded me that people here are Iowa nice and just really wanted to know more about us. Weird.

On the way back to the house I ate a few pieces of candy and then I think Rosie realized that all the stuff people had been handing out was food, and at the next few houses she wanted to grab as much as possible. Good thing her hands are the size of silver dollar or else we would have had a real problem on our hands.

Once we got home we let Rosie look through her loot and I even gave her a tiny taste of kit kat, which she responded to the way she responds to all food, with open fists and grunts indicating she would like more please.

Then Rosie proceeded to carry every single piece of her candy over to Devin, despite the fact that I was politely asking for her to share and Devin kept pointing at me and telling Rosie to also give me some candy. Every. Single Piece. And the juice boxes!

I see how it is tiny human. I see. 

Even if she won't share her candy with me, I still think she was the cutest little octopus in all of Iowa.

Oh Hey Fall - Welcome Back

 So far our fall has had a lot of moments like this:

 And a few moments like this:

But mostly we are having a great time enjoying all the wonderful things Fall has to offer with our ONE YEAR old. Yes. Our baby is one. And if I have time soon, I will blog about the wonderful weekend that was her birthday because I want Rosie to know we have loved celebrating her cute little but since the day she was born.

Two weekends ago Rosie look her very first trip to a pumpkin patch! By far her favorite thing there was this orange wagon that she wanted to be pulled around in. Even when we went into the patch and I set her down so she could walk among the orange globes she tugged on the wagon to get back in.

Rosie did not get the concept of standing next to the giant ruler and instead just wanted her grandpa.

Just rocking some matching sweatshirts because one of my favorite things in life is to troll Devin.

 Just glancing off at the ducks. I can't wait until this little girl can tell us everything going on her mind because I am certain it is just fascinating!

A much needed water break! Obviously you can't forget to hydrate. 

Next we rode on the big exciting choo choo train! Here is Rosie eagerly watching as it pulled up to the station. 

Overall she had a wonderful time meeting all of the fun animals and touching the goats. She wasn't quite brave enough to feed the animals yet but she certainly enjoyed staring them down and trying to figure out what each of these new animals was.

Rosie sees a goat.

Rosie: "Dee Dee?"

Me: Nope! Not a dog. A goat!

Rosie sees a pig.

Rosie: "Dee Dee?"

Me: Nope! Not a dog. A pig!

Rosie sees a duck.

Rosie: "Dee Dee?"

Me: Starts thinking about language development and how most of it involves discriminating between similar objects and building categories out of nothing and I just can't believe how smart babies are and it's really amazing they ever learn how to speak at all.

After our afternoon at the farm Devin and I went and purchased our new (used) car from a family friend who recently got a new car and went on our way. On Monday Rosie had off from daycare because of Columbus day so she accompanied me to work where she was a good little helper like always and then we left for Aldi. 

This is where things got tricky. On the way I stopped for gas to put into the new car since it was almost on E and running out of gas is totally something that would happen to me (see the title of this blog for reference). So in an act of being proactive I stopped and put in half a tank. Then we proceeded to Aldi where we shopped for about 30 minutes. However, when I came out the car wouldn't start.

For real.

The new car we had just purchased 48 hours prior wouldn't start. And now is a good time to explain that my little red car which I have had for 6 years now wouldn't start earlier this month and since it had nearly 200,000 miles on it we decided just to have it towed to the junkyard instead of paying to have it fixed. So this was the second time in a month I had called Devin to say I was stranded. 

Of course he quickly rushed over to help. We tried jumping it in case it was the battery but nothing seemed to work.

So we left it overnight and the next day Devin went and tried to start it again. Nothing. He tried putting more gas in - nothing. He took the battery to a shop to be professionally charged and then bought a new battery at my urging. Still nothing. So in a last ditch effort he bought a new fuel pump, replaced it in the Aldi parking lot, and STILL NOTHING.

So we sadly had it towed. Then the next day Devin called me.

Devin: Where did you get gas on Monday?

Me: Casey's. Why?

Devin: Do you think you put diesel in?

Me:.....No! I don't think so. Well I don't know. But I KNOW I used the nozzle all the way on the left.

So he picked me up, we drove to the scene of the crime, and as you can see.

Guilty.

So, so, deeply ashamed.

So Friday Devin picked up the car and called me to tell me the final bill (yipes!) and ALSO wanted to tell me that he had been laid off. Just a real great way to end the week.

So of course I stopped and got some pumpkin pie custard from Culver's because there was really no other way to save the day.

Then to drown our sorrows we decided to head to my parents house where we actually had a really fantastic weekend. Well, Rosie choked on Saturday which resulted in me needing to deliver a few sets of back blows to get her breathing again. BUT besides that a totally stellar weekend.

Our neighborhood was throwing a Fall Fest so we went and got a free pumpkin, some popcorn, hot cocoa, and a cool dessert treat that featured an edible chocolate cup filled with cake and topped with ice cream and whipped cream. About the size of a cupcake but so much more exicting!

Rosie is really not great at the whole head in a hole for a picture thing.

But I am a PRO!

                                


Then on the way home we got stuck on I-80 about 30 miles from home, for 40 minutes. Not stuck in traffic like creeping along but stuck like they closed the highway so we just sat and twiddled our thumbs (and played musicals off youtube to keep Rosie sleeping soundly). We could tell the accident in front of us must be bad because not only was traffic completely stopped but a medevac helicopter came to the scene and stayed on the ground for more than 20 minutes. When we finally got to pass by and continue on our way the accident scene was still fresh, ambulances and emergency vehicles every where and at least 6 or 7 cars in various stages of chaos. Broken winshields. Smashed in doors. Shattered lights. Crushed backseats. While we were stuck in traffic I had crawled into the backseat to keep Rosie calm, but now looking out her window to see such a twisted mess of metal was just too much. I couldn't help but cry. Knowing this accident had happened less that a quarter mile in front of us and seeing the state of those cars was devastating. I held Rosie's tiny little hand and kept telling her she was safe. I was there. We were ok. We were going home. I don't think she needed to hear it, but I certainly did.

So as I said at the beginning of the post, we have definitely had a lot of highs and a few lows as of late but the most important thing is that we are safe. Our little girl is happy and healthy and absolutely thriving. And now that my two loves are home together I get surprise visits like this to my office.

And if you ask me, this view isn't half bad at all.

Milk Donation - A Recipients Perspective

Ok so if you have been following our baby journey at all you may be aware that Rosie is primarily fed using donated breast milk that we get from other mothers in town (not a milk bank - they are seriously outrageously expensive). Now this is obviously a controversial topic for a variety of reasons but this recent opinion piece (http://www.forbes.com/sites/kavinsenapathy/2016/05/17/parents-put-that-strangers-breast-milk-down-and-pick-up-a-bottle-of-formula/#31c2fc71279e) just left me with such a bad taste in my mouth I wanted to write a response from a mother who is actually in the trenches milk sharing with the "strangers".

My biggest problems with the article are 1. The lack of perspective and 2. Fear Mongering.

I appreciate the perspective from health care providers represented in this piece but this is extremely one sided, and the piece seriously lacks perspectives from mothers actually involved in milk sharing. First and foremost, I am a scientist. So I think like a scientist and make decisions rooted in fact and data. So that being said I am not one of these people who believes formula will kill all the babies and is essentially poison. It is an amazing option that has kept tons and tons of babies healthy and happy. We gave Rosie formula on numerous occasions and were totally fine with it. We did not choose donated breast milk because we thought formula would harm Rosie in anyway. We chose it because it works for our family.

The truth is I can honestly say I never anticipated how emotionally charged the topic of feeding a baby is. Everyone constantly feels like they are being judged. Breastfed mothers feel like they are being judged for breastfeeding too long, for putting breastfeeding above all else when scheduling their daily routine, for feeding their babies in public. Formula moms feel like they are being judged for taking the "easy"way out, for feeding their baby "poison", and for foregoing the perceived unique bonding experience that can only come from having baby at breast. So yeah. This one simple thing, keeping your babe nourished and plump and growing is causing internal turmoil for so many amazing mamas out there. So of course I wasn't surprised at this article. Although it starts as an attempt to say "Hey formula is great you don't need to be guilted into taking milk from a stranger", it unfortunately ends with yet another attack on the way moms feed their babies - the dangers of donated milk.

And I'm over here like who gives a crap?? Seriously. Who cares what is in Rosie's bottle besides her father and I? Is it formula? Is it milk I pumped? Is it milk another mom pumped? WHO THE F CARES? I don't care if you hire a wet nurse. I don't care if you breastfeed for 4 years. I don't care if you use all your savings to buy milk at the milk bank. Because it's not my baby, and as long as the bottle isn't filled with jack and coke, I could give two hoots how you are choosing to feed your baby. Obviously everyone is trying to do their best, so let's just cool it. And parenting is freaking hard so the last thing anyone needs is a guilt trip.

So why did we choose to use donated milk? Well our intention was never to use exclusively donated milk. We were just going to supplement with some donated milk, use some formula, and I would keep pumping as much as I could - however small that amount may be. However we met one donor who consistently produced an over abundance of milk and she kept us going for quite some time. We completely trust her. We've met her whole family, I've been to her house a dozen times, we exchange stories about our kids, she even gave me the garage code to her house so I could pick up milk when she couldn't be there to meet. So stranger doesn't quite feel like the right term.

However with all the traveling I was doing in the spring I started producing less and felt like my pumping time was doing more harm than good. For instance in the mornings I would pump for 20 - 30 minutes, and this pumping session was critical because that milk got sent to daycare along with all the milk I pumped from the previous day.  However often during that time Rosie would cry and need attention but being attached to a pump and unable to move, all I could do was say sorry sweetie, I'll be done soon. And it killed me not to be able to go pick her up. Then at night I would need to pump as soon as I got home, but with daycare Rosie was going to bed not long after I got home which meant I was spending 30 minutes of our 1 hour together connected to a pump and unable to interact with her in the way I wanted. And all this pumping was still only producing half of what Rosie needed everyday. So I decided to stop pumping and I instantly felt like it was the best decision for us.

So I put put out the request for more milk just to see what would happen and we ended up meeting some more amazing women. With most of our donors we meet at their home, I meet their husbands and children, we talk about their lifestyle, they ask if Rosie is sensitive to any foods or medications. It's very open and honest and if I ever feel uncomfortable we don't take the milk. If anyone even mentions money as reimbursement we don't take the milk. If the milk ever smells off we dump it (frozen breastmilk has a very distinct scent). Most times the women we meet are as happy as we are about the situation. They tell me that otherwise they just would have dumped the milk down the sink. On more than one occasion a donor has cried because she was so happy to help another baby, to be honest on more than one occasion my eyes have also welled with tears over these "strangers'" generosity.

So that's how we ended up milk sharing. Anytime we think we may need to start using formula another extremely generous mother will offer to help feed our baby. It saves us a ton of money, it allows us to meet some really miraculous women, and while I don't think formula will harm your baby I do believe there are some nice benefits to breastmilk that I am glad Rosie is being exposed to.

(On a side note: Although Rosie tolerates formula fine there are plenty of babies who do not and breast milk may be their only option. The article also mentions nothing about these circumstances.)

So on to my second major problem with this article. ALL the fear mongering which is all too popular in parenting circles. You know they have been saying for a while now that swaddling your baby can help reduce SIDS and then last week all these headlines were saying "New studies find swaddling can increase risk of SIDS!" Yeah because that's not confusing or terrifying in the slightest.

So here's the thing. No one wants to put their baby at risk. So if I truly believed there was a large risk associated with donated milk of course I wouldn't do it. I'm not a monster! Or an idiot. We aren't over here like "I'd rather have Rosie get hepatitis from donor milk than have her drink formula." I just really don't think the odds of that are very high and here's why.

When you are pregnant your health is monitored very closely. There are lots of tests and assessments and blood work and we are lucky that we live in an area with low poverty levels, high education rates, and fairly easy access to medical care. So the odds that one of our donors received no health screenings while pregnant and is just carrying a boat load of diseases with no symptoms seems pretty slim. Additionally this is the milk they are giving their babies, who I meet, and I like to believe all moms are on the same page of not wanting their kid to contract a horrible illness. Is there a chance that this could occur? Of course. But I honestly feel like the chances of that are about as slim as the formula someone is buying being recalled. Plus the mom's in these groups talk. Whenever a shady person appears they are put on blast. They are a protective group and if there was a chance a baby had gotten sick from some donor milk there would be reports. I have never read such a report in any sort of news source.

Next is it possible someone has just straight up tampered with the milk? Sure. But considering I pay them in breast milk storage bags that seems like a really weird route to go to try and poison a kid. So if I buy into the fear that someone has poisoned the milk, I also have to be afraid that someone may poison the brownies they bring to Rosie's class for a birthday party. I have to worry that dinner at a friend's may be laced with antifreeze. And I certainly can't let her buy anything at the farmer's market. Who knows what's lurking in that scone??

So the point is, the people who are donating milk are by and large normal everyday people. Are there risks involved? Yes. But I refuse to let myself get caught up in this fear culture because to be honest I am already scared of a ton of crap (the other day I legitimately was concerned I had a brain tumor after one day of a headache) and I don't want Rosie to look around her world and think everything and everyone is out to get her.  It's just not the case. I don't want to have to be afraid to let her spend the night at a friend's house, sleepovers are some of my favorite memories as a kid. I don't want to assume every piece of Halloween candy is a ploy to kill our little girl. I don't want to think every time she rides her bike or plays in the yard she may never come back.

I know the world has bad people in it, and we will take precautions to keep Rosie safe but for now I am not going to play the fear game. And that starts with assuming opinion pieces like this one are just that. Opinion.

**If you are interested here is an interesting podcast on the topic that does a good job of presenting a pretty unbiased portrayal of milk donating: https://gimletmedia.com/episode/57-milk-wanted/**

Those Summer Days - May 14

This weekend was the first great weekend of the Summer for the Cosme Family. Sure it's still pretty chilly out, but the college kids have gone home for the Summer which means Iowa City has transformed into the magical family friendly wonderland it becomes from mid-May to August. No drunken stumbly messes peppering the sidewalk on the way to the farmer's market, no beer runs clogging up the checkout aisles at HyVee, and best of all SO MUCH parking downtown!!

Saturday we hosted a game night and before people came over we decided we should really deep clean the house because it has been a while. However, when I woke up I looked around and thought "I want to move ALL the furniture somewhere new." So I told Devin and after he shot down all my ideas for a new layout he promised he would move everything himself after he got back from the store. So I patiently waited for him to head out and then went into beast mode so I wouldn't have to compromise about where the furniture went later on (yeah man...I play dirty). Also I felt SO accomplished when it was done because I know Devin didn't think I had the strength to do it, which was obvious when he arrived home because he just looked around and said "What happened? Did you hulk out?!"

Yes. I did.

The best part of the new layout is Rosalind has her very own corner in the living room which she totally digs!

So when you have a daughter that you have lovingly nicknamed Rosie, you are kind of obligated to have at least a few Rosie the Riveter pieces in your home. Here Rosie is looking over Rosie's corner and reminding her "We Can Do It".  

She finds the weirdest things interesting. 

And right now she is in this great stage where she is curious about everything but still not that coordinated so she can't really cause too much chaos. I give this stage another month before interest in the toilet paper turns into an entire roll of toilet paper uncoiled in the corner of the living room.

Oh and Rosie's school pictures came. That smirk is killing me!

By the way this is what Devin found when he came back from shopping and saw the entire living room was rearranged. Totally strategic on my part. You can't be angry at anyone in this image! Also whenever Rosie falls asleep in my lap for a nap it is pretty much the highlight of my day. She's just so squishy!

I am so obsessed with watching this little girl learn about the world around her. I don't even know what I am going to do when she really starts to accomplish things. Right now I am like "You picked up a ball from the slot?! You know what a ball is?? You know how to use your hands?! MY DAUGHTER IS A GENIUS!!!" Poor second kid, we will probably be so jaded by then.  "Oh you're 3 and doing algebra? That's nice..."

Saturday evening was spent with great friends chatting, and playing games and eating some phenomenal snacks. I think that's one of the best things about being an adult actually. Now whenever there is a potluck, people come prepared! There was a fancy as all heck cheese plate, some delicious spinach bites, brownies, a vegetable tray, crackers and meat, watermelon skewers with mozzarella and mint, pizza quinoa bites, banana split bites, and SO MANY SAUSAGES (from Devin's sausage guy up in Cedar Rapids. My sister lives in California and they have a pool guy. We live in Iowa so we have a sausage guy...)

Then Sunday was the best kind of Sunday. The morning was so incredibly lazy. Rosie woke up and hung out in bed with us for a while, then she got sleepy so we put her back in her crib for a nap, and we continued to lay in bed and relax. Then when we finally got the motivation to get going it was noon and we had consumed no food yet so we decided to hit up and Indian buffet in town that we have yet to visit.

Rosie has to eat when other people are eating or she gets pissed off, so I brought some yogurt and was able to capture her little yogurt shiver on camera. I hope to get a better video of it another day because it is just so damn cute.

She also LOVED the Indian food. 

Then we hit the local thrift store because we have been looking for a kitchen table and chairs FOREVER and still have had no luck. Gah. We did see some cool stuff at the thrift store though (which is appropriately named Stuff).

Then I convinced Devin to take me for ice cream (and by convinced him I mean I suggested ice cream and he sped off towards the ice cream shop without a second thought). I got a cookie dough yogurt concoction and Devin got espresso oreo. It was our first time at this particular ice cream shop, which is just a town away, and it was delicious!! I immediately texted my mom and informed her that we needed to go there the next time her and my dad are in town. Also I feel obligated to go back because there are so many flavors, it's really not fair that I had to pick just one. 

I am so excited for all the adventures the next few months are bound to bring, and can't wait for Rosie to experience her first Summer! Swimming pools, picnics, zoos, floppy sun hats, outdoor concerts, baseball games. It's all on the bucket list. Now if the weather would just cooperate we'll be in business.