We are having a family portrait taken when we visit Kansas. My mother arranged it, and it'll be the first time my family (as in my mom, dad and brothers) has had a portrait taken in about 15 years. I'm a little excited because it will be the first Cobra family portrait as well. We've already planned the outfits. I bought 2 outfits for Dexter because some of his 3-6 month clothes are getting a little tight already. Some brands run big, some small, and some the way they are supposed to, so I bought some 3-6 month clothes and some 6-12 month clothes. I got all the remaining pieces in today and he's going to end up dressed a lot like his dad. It's the one time I don't mind paying a little extra for designer baby clothes because I'm a big fan of black and babies aren't supposed to wear black until they are a year old. The Cobras will be wearing black and gray - all of us. I may even have a photo of me without a hat :)
Dexter is also ready for his first airplane trip. We finally got his birth certificate, so he has ID to fly. This ought to be an interesting experience. We are flying out on a red eye with the hopes that he will sleep the entire trip there while we get used to traveling with our munchkin. I'll probably end up too nervous to sleep because I'll be on edge the entire time wondering if he's gonna wake up. When he falls asleep in the car seat, he sometimes wakes up with a high pitched scream. I guess maybe he's not comfortable. I dunno, but he'll wake everyone up if he does that on the plane. On the way back to San Francisco, we're flying on an evening flight - prime time for Dexter. I'm thinking about bringing a pack of ear plugs in case he gets fussy. A peace offering, if you will, for the less empathetic traveler.
I'm not sure if I'm going to try and pump bottles for the trip because I can't go that long without relieving some pressure. I'm sure I would explode and possibly take a wing off the plane. It's not really an option for me anymore though. I can hardly even suck out 3oz these days because my body just knows that the pump suction is NOT Dexter. I'd have to start pumping now to get a good enough supply going and I'm just not into toting bottles, checking their temperatures constantly and trying to keep track of when it's been at room temperature for too long.
I hate being so modest sometimes. I really should have no qualms about feeding my baby in public, but I do. I'd feel better about it if I could be more discreet, but he's ripping my glasses off my face these days. There's no way I could cover him up with a blanket without hog-tying him first. Yeah - that's not going to happen. I'm sure the rope would never get past airline security.
Speaking of ripping, Dexter tore up my Christmas list. It's in serous shambles - wadded up in slightly damp shreds of torn, half-eaten paper. (Okay he didn't EAT it, but he sure tried to) Not long afterward was the incident I referred to above. I picked him up and was carrying him on my shoulder when he grabbed my hair and my glasses at the same time and pulled. My glasses popped off the side of my head along with a baby fist of hair and he starting waving it all in the air. In a split second, just my glasses were in his hand along with a few orphaned strands of hair. My oh my is he gonna be a handful in short order.
