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Is it wrong of me to want Madeleine to go a little slower in the development department?

My first birthday as a mother.  Here’s what I did:

 I slept late.  I got up and ate pancakes.  I took a long hot bath. 

Then I woke up.

Every mother knows the importance of a good schedule for her baby.

Yesterday, Madeleine took two steps away from me.

1. Madeleine ate her first grown-up food.  True, it was only a tablespoon of rice cereal mixed with a lot of breast milk, but it was the first time she put anything in her body that I didn’t make.
2. Brian and I both left the house.  Together.  Without her.  For four hours, she was in my mother’s care, and not within earshot of at least one of her parents, again for the first time.  And what was worse, when I called to check in, I could hear her cooing and giggling in the background!  No crying, no anguish, no loneliness.  Which is good, right?

Josh, my girlfriend Abby’s newest babe, has officially hit two weeks old, and while Abby seems to have gotten off remarkably easy emotion-wise – no real heavy post-partum blues – she is definitely experiencing post- post-partum-doula blues.

Anybody know any private security firms that specialize in stroller walks?