Easy baby

I had a rough pregnancy. I guess. I mean, I never had to go to the hospital, and Thomas was always healthy and strong, but, man, I felt sick and threw up for pretty much the whole thing (yep, even my last month before giving birth). And the whole time, I was like "Surely this 'morning sickness' (dumbest name ever) will end soon," and it never, ever did. 

But giving birth was pretty darn easy as far as giving birth is concerned (not easy ever), and I have what all my friends and family have dubbed an "easy" baby. "Easy" means super adorable and smiley and not very fussy. I wore this outfit to take Thomas out to lunch with friends where they marveled over his lovely temperament and all around cuteness.

I brought my new-to-me Frye purse (eBay of course)...

And wore my new-to-me Swedish Hasbeen shoes (eBay of course, I have been looking for a non-expensive version of these for months and months!).

And my baby was a total doll, and, he looked pretty amazing in his superman shirt (thrifted I think) and little faux converse (not thrifted), and it was all really very pleasant. Then we hugged our friends (because they are "our" friends because my friends love my baby) and went home.

Later that day, we went out to eat again (I live a charmed life, I know) with Robert at a mediocre sushi place that was near the place I had to try on bridesmaids dresses (Matron of Honor in the house!).

At the sushi place, I gave Thomas those little yogurt melty things for the first time (We had just bought them, I was feeling adventurous), and he hated them SO much he threw up all over me. Yep. Truth. I was like "If only my friends could see me and my vomit-covered 'easy' baby now." (Note to self: Don't try new foods in public restaurants.)

But even with public-vomiting, I can't deny I lucked out in the baby department (but don't all parents feel that way?). I mean look at that face! That smile! That beautiful baby boy!