Now that my baby is about three months old, I figure it's time to get off my backside and outta the house. I haven't exactly been home-bound since her birth, but let's just say I've been enjoying easy access to the fridge a little too much. I live in L.A. and therefore can't use the excuse that there's nothing to do, not to mention all the baby books say I'm supposed to expose my babe to all sorts of interesting things to look at. So tomorrow she and I are embarking on a year-long adventure: to make it out of the house at least 300 out of 365 days and experience the City of Angels. See, I'm a reasonable person. I saw Julie and Julia, and I heard about that couple who had sex every day for a year, but I'm just not that committed. Good for them, but I know myself all too well. Even before I had a baby, I loved spending leisurely days at home doing, well, absolutely nothing. So the idea of having to get not only me, but my baby as well, out of the house for 365 days straight is just silly, and therefore not part of my plan.
What IS part of my plan is to get us out of the house as often as possible and visit baby-friendly places in Los Angeles. I'll document our adventures here. Getting out of the house is purported to be healthy. Getting out of the house with babe is fun. And getting out of the house and exposing her to interesting sights automatically makes me a good mom, right? This blog will not only motivate me to stick to my plan, but will end up being a sort of journal I can eventually share with babe. Really, though, it'll be proof that I didn't spend the first year or so of her life with my feet up eating bon bons while she alternately dined on her mother's milk, took naps, and spent hours in her bouncy chair.
Tomorrow the adventure begins. Destination? L.A.
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