This holiday weekend marked O's first Thanksgiving, his turning 1 month, and his first trip to Disneyland (Squeal!!!)...
I was sooooo excited!
I freely admit that I am a ginormous cornball, so I love holidays, and "firsts", and sentimental "moments."
He slept through the majority of all of these monumental events.
ANNNNNND, my husband made fun of me for crying because he turned a month.
IT'S A WHOLE MONTH! Already!
(While warned, I was NOT prepared for the rate of growth that goes on...)
Also, I know this will be a shock, but I am officially a mother. Who knew, right?
So, we're at D-land and it's time for the baby to take a bottle. I pull out the water to fill his bottle and it's super cold.
I don't want to give it to him this way, because it'll hurt his little belly, but how can I warm his bottle?
Where's a warm spot to stash it for a few minutes?
That's right kids, I warmed my son's bottle by sticking it in between my cleavage.
(I'm a total shoo-in for Mother of the Year for SURE.)
Oh, theose heartwarming holiday memories are already being made....