Malea requested a photo of our milk-drunk boy, so here he is: our drunken son. We were in the Napa Valley, and he was as blotto as half of the tourists stumbling out of the wineries.
On a similar note, I pumped for the first time last night, and we now have two two-once bottles of white gold in the freezer awaiting C’s one month birthday. Once he’s a month old, J will start introducing a bottle as I work. As we were looking for a place to conveniently store the breast pump, extra bottles, and such, J found our wine bar to be quite appropriate. The milk bar now has an official location.