{to market, to market}

In my sheer obliviousness, 

I assumed that it would be easy to tote my baby around town.  I had beautiful daydreams while pregnant of throwing the baby in the carseat, where he would sleep blissfully or gaze happily out the windows until we reached our destination: Target, a coffee shop, the mall, the library....

Because all babies love car rides, right?

It calms them and puts them to sleep, riiiiiiiight????

Wrong.

Not all babies.

Not this guy.

{he also hated slings and despises the jogging stroller...harumph}

As soon as I am out of eyesight the whimpering begins.  Which turns into crying.  Which turns into wailing.  Sure, if it is a long trip he will eventually tire out and fall asleep, but I don't drive long distances during the week.  Therefore a short jaunt across town can be a nightmare.   The other day I drove him to a park for a walk, and by the time we got there I was so frazzled I wanted to turn right back around.  Fresh air be damned.

But we are working on it.  I discovered the first thing to do is sure he has a very full belly right before we leave.  Then I change his diaper immediately upon reaching our destination so he doesn't use that old excuse.   Finally, I strap him in the Baby Bjorn, make sure he has his sun hat on {sun in the eyes is another cry factor} and off we go!

Yesterday we gallivanted to our local downtown urban marketplace and using this system had a fine time.  Pleasant, even!  There was still a little fussing in the car on the way home, but after only a couple minutes he fell asleep...because I timed it so we would get home right at nap time.  Bam.

So it was naptime for Baby, and time for Mama to enjoy the fruits {and wine and meat} of her labor...

...grill cut pork chops... 

{tomorrow I'll share a fantastic marinade!}

...huge and juicy red seedless grapes...

 ...and a bottle of pinot I will tell you about next week!

So here's to sleeping babies, thick cuts of meat, juicy fruit and wine...

and non-frazzled trips to the market!

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