Friends + red meat.

We went to Shake Shack the other day with friends. And when I say the other day, I guess I'm actually referring to the 17 times I've been there in the past week. I think I have Shack Burgers coming out of my pores, & if I don't eat red meat again until next winter, I think I'll be okay. But seriously! We've been waywaytoomanytimes lately, but it's such an easy + fun spot to meet up with friends / strollers / babies - not to mention delicious - making it incredibly hard to turn down. Plus, my brainpower is somewhat limited these days (this morning, I tried to put my milk away in our kitchen pantry) & coming up with another idea is sometimes just not worth the effort. 

So! Specifically. We went the other day last minute for Jill's final NYC meal, & it was so perfect & breezy. Quinn had a great time with his buddies (Will is always so, so sweet to him), & sat in a high chair for only the second time in his short life (high chair = germs, which is why we bought this little gem that I sadly didn't have with me - but I did have disinfectant wipes). The fact that my little baby is big enough to sit in a high chair kind of makes me want to cry, as does the fact that we put him to sleep for his nap this morning unswaddled & without a sleeping bag (a perfect transition from swaddling, I think). A first! And all of a sudden, it hit me that I have this all-grown-up baby boy that is just fine sleeping without a blanket, rolls over onto his tummy mid-nap, & wakes up giggling & playing with Donkey.

And then! Have you read Design Mom's post about weaning her baby? Oh my gosh. We're not even close to being there yet, but I teared up as I read, & then again as I looked through all of the comments. Who have I become?! 

I digress.

Shake Shack! Hooray for friends, & for Jill who went back home on Wednesday (boo). I much preferred when her home was on 70th Street instead of Boise.

And then we went home, where I decided that he's turned into a pre-teen.