We're back safe and sound from New Hampshire after a nice Turkey Day. Cheeky made it through her first road trip without a major hitch, although Mom, Dad, and ECG weren't doing so well after the staggering 6.5 hour drive (I'm guessing we would have made it there faster via tractor or snowshoes). I'd love to meet the highway engineer who designed the exits connecting the Merritt Parkway, I-91, and I-84 in Connecticut, as I have some feedback.
The trip home wasn't nearly as bad, and we decompressed today after all the activity over the last few days. One of today's activities was Cheeky's Christmas pictures. As tempting as it was to get 2 5x7's and 8 wallet sizes from Sears Portrait Studio, we opted for the simpler and conveniently located "grab the camera and prop her on the couch" studio. One of these pictures will be in the obligatory photo Christmas card which, as I mentioned on DadCentric, puts me in the ackward position of becoming that which I most mock. Fortunately we didn't force her to wear a Santa hat or stand in front of a tiny replica of the Brooklyn Bridge, and since she's the most adorable human being to ever grace this planet I'm certain everyone is looking forward to seeing them.
But you'll have to wait if you expect them here. HA! Psyche!
We also introduced "real food" into Cheeky's diet today. It turned out to be just that--an introduction--because Cheeky and the food really didn't really get very acquainted. This "food" (if you can really call it that) was far more effective as a decorative rivulet on her chin than as a form of subsistence. We made the mistake of tasting it to see what we were putting in our daughter's mouth, and if you are a parent considering this my advice would be don't do it. Yuck. This stuff had better be packed with nutrients, because it tastes like feet. We'll be trying again, of course, although we may opt for something more flavorful next time, like nachos.
Oh, and one other thing. I have a special message to all you Giants fans out there. HA!