Felix got to hang out at home with Devon while Giles and I hit up the Milbank Christmas party. Devon got to experience the joys of the “transfer” (the surprisingly difficult movement of a once fussy, now sleeping baby from your chest to his crib without waking him (it takes quite a bit of practice to perfect)).
It was nice to see so many tall, adult-like people (not to mention, drink some cocktails). I was, however, severely disappointed to later see that all my effort with Spanx and control top pantyhose were for naught, as I still looked stupidly preggo in pictures (see facebook). Bah!
I also don’t think Felix missed us much (or maybe he missed us a lot) – he spent the next four hours or so fussing like a very tiny, very mad little person.