Week of Firsts

This was definitely an interesting week of firsts for Jack (and for his sometimes clueless parents). We got pictures of some of those firsts, and others, you'll just have to imagine for yourselves. So, here they are, not in any particular order:

The First Bath!! He actually was very calm, remarkably so. We were proud of him.

First time in front of the "electronic babysitter:" The other night Steve was holding him, and because he was being incredibly fussy and hard to please, we put him in this bouncer that has a vibrator on it (to simulate a car ride, I guess it's for). Well, that didn't work, but when we turned it around, he caught sight of the television, and was fascinated by the lights--it seriously quieted him for about 20 minutes!! Should I feel guilty that I'm already using the television to entertain my child?
Jack's first photo shoot: on the left is Diana, holding up the background. He kept crying, so we figured out to put him on Steve's lap (covered by the same black sheet used for the background), and have him suck on Steve's finger until just before Claire (on the right) took the picture. It worked, as you can tell from my previous post. The pictures turned out great!!

First time actually using a pacifier. He still only takes it when he's not upset or hungry (which are usually the times when we want him to take it the most), but he's getting better!! I was actually kind of against pacifiers until I had a baby. Now I'm 100% for them.

Some other firsts that were, unfortunately, not caught on camera, but are noteworthy nonetheless:

• First time nursing in a public situation. Of course, it had to be at Steve's good friend's super ritzy wedding (we wouldn't have gone, but we had already RSVP'd, and he was paying a LOT of money per person, and besides that, we had guilt), and the timing just had to work out where Jack started screaming unconsolably right as the bridesmaids were preparing to walk down the aisle. It was definitely interesting to throw the shawl I use to remain semi-decent over my shoulder and unbutton my dress as everyone in front of us is turning around in their chairs to look behind them...I was a little embarrassed, to say the least, but Steve said that I did it so smoothly that no one could even tell I was feeding a child under the shawl. I say bull, but I'll never see any of those people again, so who cares?
• First time getting pooped on in a public situation. Same wedding, about 5 minutes after the ceremony was over, I was holding Jack on my lap, and he made a familiar face...I looked down just in time to see bright yellow poop gushing all over his cute little outfit that we were planning on getting him blessed in, as well as all over one of my favorite dresses. So that lead to...
• First time dealing with a screaming, poopy child in public. We went into the bathroom, where thankfully they had a changing table in one of the stalls (it was much nicer than trying to deal with him out in front of the sinks or some place equally visible), and he proceeded to cry and scream uncontrollably as I did my best to mop both of us up with wipes, toilet paper, and wet paper towels. It took about 15 minutes, after which I fed him again, and then, of course, for the rest of the festivities, he was either alert and perfectly content, or sleeping in his car seat. He was a positive angel for the next two hours.

So, now I feel like I've joined some club. Shouldn't there be some commemorative pin or something for anybody who's ever been pooped on in public?