The trip to the hair salon went smoothly, with KFP falling asleep on the car ride and remaining so when we transferred his car seat into the stroller. In the hair salon, I held him in my lap, where he continued to sleep blissfully. (Of course, the price for this calmness would be extra alertness at night, but I didn't know that then.)
Since he was still snoozing afterward, we walked to Rittenhouse Square and got seats at the sidewalk tables at Rouge for a little lunch. Predictably, Kung Fu Panda started to cry as soon as the food was brought out, but this time it was for an easily-fixed reason: a diaper change. I officially did my first diaper change in a public restroom, and he was very cooperative.
After we ate, we knew it was time for KFP to eat, too, so we found a bench in the park, and I fed him using a privacy wrap. No one even seemed to notice.
It was a pleasant day, and our successful outing makes me feel more positive about the prospect of gradually reentering the outside world.
In a bonus photo, our Kung Fu Panda meets Flat Stanley.
This was part of the initial brainstorming with miranda_lane
about our combined entries for LJ Idol's home game.
Babies are only quiet for about half the day.