Today Rowan and I went for our first shopping trip. It was a highly efficient, targeted trip -- to Target. We finished a feeding, loaded into the car, drove to Target, checked off almost everything on my list, got home with only about 20 seconds of whimpering at the very end of the ride (from Rowan, not me), and had the next feeding. Near flawless execution, if I do say so myself. There were a couple of small casualties on the shopping list; I had flashbacks to war movies I'd seen where an injured member of the platoon shouts, "Leave me!" to his comrades, who are forced to do so lest they all perish. So it was with my shopping list; we missed the aisles for dishwashing soap and over-the-door clothes hooks, but we couldn't afford to go back. The few had to be sacrificed for the greater good!