Not so much fun

I thought it would be great for Victoria to go to her first show yesterday. Actually, last night. Rod, V and I met up with mom and dad, Jeff & Marie, and Marie's family to see White Christmas at the Fox Theatre. Silly me figured it would either A) be entertaining enough that it would keep V occupied, or B) start late enough that as long as we were equipped with bottles and a pacifier, we'd be good. Not so much. V is officially at the point that she doesn't really want to be held, when there's so much to explore on the floor. Needless to say, Rod and she spent almost a good 2 hours sitting in the car in the parking garage. I thought for sure as soon as she was strapped in the car seat she'd calm down and fall asleep. Again, not so much. Turns out she screamed almost the entire time the two of them were in the car. She slept the hour and a half drive home, but then started screaming again for about 45 minutes (this would be around midnight) before falling asleep.

So... a late, restless night makes for a sleepy baby at breakfast:

I really hoped this wouldn't happen, but I fear we may be entering the "can't take our child out in public for extended periods of time" stage...