Baby girl and I have established a little Saturday tradition since baby boy entered the scene.
When we can.
After trying to have a little sleep in, at the very least enjoying the fact of not having to rush off to school drop off, we eventually head off to our local shopping centre late morning.
Baby boy scream-cries the whole way there. I'm assuming with his nature that it's because he's not being held in the car, and he LOVES me holding me.
The shops are only a 5 minute drive thank God. I park on the outskirts of the undercover car park, get him out of the back seat, and give him a breastfeed in the car.
Sometimes this takes as long as 30 minutes. Sitting there, with baby girl beside me… sometimes she brings a book! True story!
He feeds and nods off. I wait a few minutes as he lies there in my arms, then I try to gently lift him up against me in a vertical position to get burps up (very important for a burpy baby!)
Again I hold this position for 5-10 minutes. Once I'm confident he's in a deeper sleep, I get out of the car, put him in the car seat gently (still dozing) quickly set up the pram, put him in the pram gingerly, cover the top, and start moving.
Then mummy and daughter time begins. 
I do ALL of this just for our special time. We shop, we walk, we bond, all while he sleeps. 
Most importantly, we have a small coffee and babycino break, and this has been instrumental, the coffee break and the outing in whole, in making me feel like a normal person again.
So today, we did this again… with one minor difference.
After the car feed, he woke up. 
BUT… it was good. He was happy in the pram as we had our coffee break, did some shopping, and when he tired of the pram, I put him against me in the carrier (he's finally taking to it!)
He must know we have so much fun, that he now wants to get involved. 
Bless. I love these Saturdays. 
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