My first meal served by Daddy
Winona is learning to eat breastmilk from the bottle--giving Julie a little more freedom and Mike a little more bonding time (the latter you can see before your very eyes in the pictures, no?). This was a big day: first bottle...and first yoga class. If you ever want to be thoroughly entertained, head to the nearest Mommy and Baby yoga class. Forget all notions of yoga being a quiet, meditative exercise. It was fun, though, and we'll be back. I was grateful to do the workout and Winona entertained herself doing some stretching and lifting on her own on the blanket next to me, letting out a loud squawk every once in a while to take part in the cacophony of baby cries and squeals around us. Funny.