A Day of Firsts: Shopping and McDonald's (sort of)

In an it's-never-too-early to begin indoctrinating Megan into the ways of capitalism, along with Grandma and Grandpa Boote, we took full advantage of the first gorgeous spring day by heading to the outlet mall 40 minutes from our house. We loaded up baby, stroller, diaper bag, several burp cloths, two blankets, two changes of clothes for Megan, four adults, two coffees and two water bottles into the car and headed out. Whew.

We can report back that Megan did very well during her first day shopping. Or at least that's what I was told. After slogging through the Pottery Barn Outlet with the ladies for the first 45 minutes of our excursion, my father-in-law and I graciously excused ourselves to shop on our own instead of tagging with the ladies (an aside ... I will admit that the ladies were done shopping before the guys though. Who knew that would happen?). In fact, due to the piles of pink cotton jumpsuits in her closet, she ended up only having one outfit purchased for her ... and that was from me! Argh, already wrapped around her finger.

So although I never saw Megan, I was told she did well. During the course of our five-hour excursion, she slept almost the whole time, minus a diaper change in the dressing room of Banana Republic. However, five hours is WAY beyond her limit for feeding, so before heading home, Megan got to experience her other first ... McDonald's.

Obviously while the rest of us knocked back cokes, she had a bottle of milk, she was still indoctrinated into the red-and-yellow psychological brainwash of our society. Let's hope she doesn't remember too much from her experience.