Moo...

It was an eventful day here. Not because we took Claire to her first bar for Happy Hour, or because we unofficially started sniffing around the Georgetown/Round Rock area for homes, but because Claire took her first bottle... like a pro. She is such a champ!

Daddy is excited to get in on the dinner time action!

I could totally stop the post at that, but that would totally bypass the part about me pumping for the first time... which was an experience. I remember when I was about 12, my dad took me to a dairy farm because I loved cows. The black and white kind... the kind that makes milk. I remember seeing the workers hooking up these horrid sucker thingys to the udders and thinking it was the strangest thing I had ever seen. Never did I think I would be hooked up to a similar contraption. But, there I sat this afternoon, hooked up to my spiffy Medela "Pump In Style" pump. Let me just say, there was nothing 'stylish' about feeling like a cow. Moo.