First Trip Out of Town

Yesterday, the family drove to College Station so that Samson could meet his only surviving great grandparent and his Uncle David (Daddy's brother) for the first time.

The drivetime usually takes Mama and Daddy about 90 minutes each way, but that was before we had a newborn along for the ride. Now we add about 40 minutes for every hour of driving, because Samson absolutely hates his car seat, works himself up into a big tizzy, and we must pull over to nurse until he is milk-drunk enough to doze for another block of time. Luckily, the Sonic parking lot in Rockdale made a perfect pitstop on each leg of the trip.

Here's a shot with Samson and his Great Grandpa Cosse, formerly of New Orleans, a 95 year-old survivor of Hurricane Katrina:














And because a special someone (and you know who you are) has requested that we share even more pictures of Samson's bodily excretions, here's a shot of our in-the-Prius poopy diaper change on the way home (and yes, the car was stationary during this photo):














Sometime later, we'll have to tell you about our comical ride back to Austin and the contortions Mama committed in order to help keep Samson calm while he was strapped into his carseat. Needless to say, we have a newfound empathy for Britney Spears. It is a tall order to make your baby stay tied to that contraption when he is screaming bloody murder for hours on end and you know he will stop as soon as you take him out.

Primera Comida Mexicana

To start off the new year on a brave note, Daddy and Mama decided to take the plunge and venture out for the first time to a restaurant with Samson on January 1st. Since

• Daddy's favorite food is Mexican, and
  
• our favorite restaurant is Elsi's, and
  
• the place tends to have lots of kids on weekend days, and
• it's pretty noisy so a crying child wouldn't bother anyone,

Elsi's is where we went. Well, Samson kept his cool for the drive over, but after 10 minutes in the restaurant, he decided he'd had quite enough of sitting in the carseat. Mama freed the boy from his confines, but the fussing continued and intensified. Once the food came, Daddy held Samson so Mama could eat her Huevos Motulenos. After that, it would be Daddy's turn.

By that time, though, it was clear that only one thing would tame the wailing baby and Mama wasn't yet ready to try it in a public space. So, it was off to the car for mother and child for some semi-private nursing. Daddy had to wolf down his burrito alone.

Oh, well. It could have been worse. At least there was no blowout diaper on Mama's lap while we were in the restaurant...

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Sleeping angel

I love my Grandma