A Bunch of Firsts

We had a very good time at the annual Burgess Christmas Party. It was Magda's first Xmas party and she looked awefully cute in her outfit (she's getting good use out of it). She also got to see her first camp fire which she liked. After having a fussy day, she was a little angel and stayed quiet and happy in the sling the whole time.

Of course, once we left the party, she decided that it was time to cry most of the way home. I think it was the darkness. We have a nightlight at home (more for our sake then hers, since I don't want to step on Homer when it's pitch dark and I go to picker her up or change a diaper) so she doesn't really get exposed to darkness, except on road trips out in the country. And then she's invariable displeased until we get to an area with street lights. I wonder if there exist night-lights for cars? I hadn't seen any.

I also had a first experience. After she nursed at the party, I picked her up to burp her and burp she did -- loud and wet and on my new shirt. This is actually the first time I'd been spit up on, so I never bother with a cover. I hope this was an isolated event.