Our first time eating out with Milo was last April 16th, so it was a little more than a year ago. It seemed impossibly daunting to leave the house with Milo at first. Now it’s hard to remember exactly what seemed so complicated since he was so tiny and he slept so much. I think it had to do with the crying, constant nursing, and all the unfamiliar baby paraphernalia required for traveling around with Milo. Anyway, here’s a post about our adventure (at a Mexican restaurant about 300 yards from our apartment).
Milo and I ended having lots of great outings during his first year – walks around the lake, hikes in Marin, visits to Tilden Park, swinging and dog watching at a neighborhood park, mom and baby yoga, hanging out with Meghan and Gilbert, enjoying the parachute at music class – but that first trip to the restaurant across the street was a big one.