Sunday Breakfast

Don't they know they put me facing the wrong way?  Here, I'll fix it.  

Dad, can I have some?

Finally, my own plate of breakfast!

Mom, seriously, you need to be faster about this.  Let me help.

Mila is 8 Months!

Milestones:
I stand.  Constantly.  Dad had to lower the crib mattress already.   
I have to be on the move.  There is no sitting still.
I try to walk between the couch, ottoman, and coffee table.  
I chat with lots of stories and an occasional "da-da" and "ma-ma."
I fight taking naps because I don't want to miss anything.
I have nearly mastered my pincer grab.
I try new solid foods all the time.
I went on my first overnight trip out of town with Mom and Dad to Williamsburg.  
I went to the splash pad for the first time.

Memorial Day Weekend

Mila learned quickly how the Smiths start a Holiday weekend.

Since Mila woke up at 7am on Saturday, we did something we have been talking about doing since we started dating: went to the farmer's market.  It was packed.  It had been years since either one of us had been, so we really had only heard rumors of what it had become.  The food, the vendors, the people.  We walked for two hours and still didn't see everything.  

Mila was certainly entertained by all to see.

And entertaining to all with her accessories. 

We made a rookie mistake and didn't do the food thing right at the Farmer's Market.  We were completely overwhelmed by all the options.  We did split a breakfast sandwich that was amazing with bacon, asparagus, and egg.  But we left starving.  It ended up being a great excuse to go out to brunch.  And Mila looked so big as she shared an omelet with Mom.  

That night, we got a much needed date night.  Can you tell from this excited Prom pose? 

We enjoyed a dinner at Roca with cocktails and shrimp and jalapeño flatbread.

We even made it out to Mickey's for after dinner drinks, but we didn't last that long.  Not really our scene any more. 

On Sunday, we packed for an overnight to Williamsburg.  It was a puzzle to fit a stroller, pack and play, golf clubs, bumbo, suitcase, diaper bag, and overnight bag in the car.  Maybe we shouldn't have gotten rid of that Navigator.  

As Mom and Dad were getting ready to go, we tried to get Mila to sleep... She fought it.  (Also, I secretly love she is playing with her stuffed animals more.)

When we arrived, the Driscolls, as always, welcomed us with open arms and cocktails. 

On Monday, Casey played in the annual golf tournament with is cousins and uncle.  Mila and I hit the Tanger Outlet sales.  And then she fought another nap before heading back to Des Moines.

When we got back home, reality was waiting: 

We all slept great Monday night, but still woke up exhausted.  A successful weekend.