We go to Target...

Dear Nicky,

When the cleaning people came today, you and I went for a walk around the pier. But it was so muggy outside I didn't think you'd be comfortable. I know I certainly wasn't, so we came back and got in the car and went to Target, where we got some basics and killed some time in relative comfort. You were so good. You caused no fuss, and it was another case of you and me venturing out alone together, a scenario that helps me get more and confident with you. I still don't know if I'll be toting you around in a baby bjorn in public anytime soon, but I don't mind pushing your stroller one bit, because I'm so crazy-proud of who it contains.

Love,
Dad