Tiny Victories

Today was the soft crash-landing from the heights of stress, hard work, and religious ecstasy that was baby’s christening. Though we’re generally too something (healthy or poor) to order pizza much anymore, tonight mom and I sprang for a couple of small pies and a Caesar salad to share. The guilt I felt over this was exquisite, but the choice was probably appropriate. You don’t want to stretch these emotional recoveries out over too many days, after all. Before leaving the subject of food, let me say that heating baby’s bottle a little ways past room temperature seems to be a fine idea. I recognize full well that billions of people have heated hundreds of billions of bottles heated before now, but it turns out that we’d been heating our princess’s stored breast milk a little less than she needed. So, however particalized today might have felt, the feeding part of it was a series of tiny victories.