Aldus has had some good outings lately!
Friday before last (15 June) he went to Groningen to have his passport photos taken. He'd been awake and not crying most of the day, and he fulfilled my prediction that he would be good and sleepy for the late afternoon trip. Not only did we get the passport photos, but we also got an early sushi dinner while we were there. Ahhh - maguro, I have missed you! Dinner included a first semi-public feeding for Aldus (I wouldn't call it fully public since there wasn't anyone else in the restaurant at the time who could have seen us except the wait staff) and a first diaper change out of the house. The restaurant didn't have a changing table in the restroom, so we made quite good use of the Bugaboo and superbly awesome diaper backpack. (Thanks again, Knitters!)
Last Thursday (21 June) we took Aldus to the U.S. embassy in Amsterdam to register his birth and apply for a passport and social security number. I was worried about the reported 12 week wait for passport processing since we have plans to go to Copenhagen in August with Erik & Julie (woo hoo!!!). But apparently the embassies send applications to a different processing center, and we can expect his passport in only two to three weeks (woo hoo again!). While in Amsterdam we also got a great lunch at a little Italian deli on Pieter Cornelisz. Hooftstraat.We also bought ourselves a new Nespresso machine since we didn't bring our old one here with us. Aldus was so good and quiet the whole time we walked around Amsterdam, but he had some issues in the car ride home thanks to hunger and dirty diapers. A couple more semi-public feedings in the car (stopped, of course, so he could be out of the car seat) and diaper changes (thanks again to the amazing backpack) and he was good to go.
And last but not least, last Friday night he went to his first PARTY! The kid's a chick magnet, and the single guys at the party were jealous of all the attention he was getting from the female Russian contingent. I'm afraid we stayed out a bit too late, though, and the entire ride home was a big scream-fest. I don't think he was happy that he was put into the car seat after being held so nicely by different people, and then somewhere along the ride home he got hungry. It wasn't pretty, and we think these periodic screaming bouts are contributing to the terrible hormone-induced acne he has right now. More importantly, I hope he's not getting the notion that the car seat is a bad place to be.
No good pics from these outings, unfortunately, so I'll leave you with a photo from a recent outing into the backyard!
This post was written while listening to Glenn Gould play the Goldberg Variations.