There’s a first time for everything…

Ashton’s first time at the park. We had a string of 70 degree days. Sure proof that winter cannot last forever.

First time in the bumbo chair with his first baseball cap. I realize this is a stretch when it comes to “firsts” for a baby but this kid is freakin’ hilarious. He had his new hat, new bumbo, a new found love for this toy and was happy as a clam.

First time in the bouncy chair.

First honest to goodness belly laugh. I wish I could sum it up in a picture, but that’s impossible. It does look a little like this…a big, toothless, unspoiled by worry, open mouth grin with lots of excited sounds and belly contractions followed by complete joy. It’s the kind of thing I think about before I fall asleep at night.

First time that mom and dad went on a date since before the baby was born. We went to Mo’s Diner and the Flying Saucer last night. We ate every bit of food on our plate and drank every drop of beer we ordered and got to catch up a bit. It was great and all made possible by my most fabulous friend Kelly (with the help of her boys). She does not even know the extent of her fabulousness.

A picture of us when we first got together.