Darien and I took ambition by the hand and went for a walk today–well, rather a drive. Since we returned home to San Francisco, I have been sharing him with a handful of people while I go to teach a few hours here and there. Most likely I won’t be away more than 16 hours a week for his first six months.
The rest of the time we simply stay in the house, listen to music, take naps, drink formula (only his favorite, of course), launch off for walks, and enjoy leisure time. Yet today I had an agenda and along went Darien with me. First, we went to Rainbow for more formula. But also for some items that his Mom needed, too. I haven’t been in public with him like this. The prospect felt a touch overwhelming, yet I wished to try.
Tucked easily in the Moby wrap, he slept comfortably while I shopped for twenty minutes in the grocery store. Once back outside, he rumbled awake some, so I flipped him to look out rather than sleep in towards my chest. Now we had walked a few blocks to Best Buy where we had two items to return. The line wasn’t too bad a wait and I could do business with him gazing around. Back at the car, I opened the station wagon back door, so I could sit comfortably to feed him. Then a distinct smell wafted into the air, making me take the time to clean him well and, finally, off we went to our first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.
Greeted by a handful of familiar faces, Darien enjoyed being held by several different folks. He is smoothly social and rocks back into anyone’s arms pretty quickly. Through a Big Book study and an official meeting, he navigated smoothly. Back at home, he ate another hefty portion of formula and fidgeted some until I rocked him to sleep. Now he is out cold. When both arms are flung up around his head, the tell-tale sign of deep sleep is on.
Darien turned one month old today.
