Chris and I went out to dinner last Thursday night.
BY OURSELVES. WITHOUT LISCIOUS.
Admittedly, we go out to dinner, allot. Too much actually. But, not often by OURSELVES.
Don't get me wrong...except for 1 instance when Liscious was getting his first baby teeth, we have never had to leave a restaurant. He's actually allot of fun. The waitresses/ waiters love him. He even has his own Sushi Outfit. But he's made up for it. The one time that we did leave was HORRIFIC. I repeat...WHORE IF ICK and, I am sure that Buca di Beppo and ALL of it's patrons, were glad to see us leave. Which we did BEFORE the meal was served. (In case you need to know, take out from Bucca is pretty darn good). But I digress.
This last Thursday, we were on our own. So, instead of being adventurous and trying something new, we went with the old stand-by, Cafe Sushi. It's good, actually healthy (if you don't count the wine) and we know that we can always sit back and relax.
And we did.
And we found that we didn't know what to do.
Or, more importantly, we didn't know what to SAY.
Usually, we take Liscious with us out to dinner. And usually, dinner is a festival of craziness, bibs and baby wipes a flyin'!
Usually, a dinner out with the Liscious carries a conversation like this:
Do you think he's tired?
He's rubbing his eyes.
How long do we have before meltdown?
Do you think he needs to be changed?
Here, I'll take him, you eat.
No, give him to me.
Do we have any more milch?
Is that the only bottle we brought?
Do we have any more cheerios?
Give him some more rice
Did we bring any blankets?
Is that the only bib we brought?
Here, try this toy.
Try clipping it on his bib.
If nothing else, the above confirms our lack at Diaper Bag Planning. They should really offer some sort of strategy class on that before the baby is born. It's apparent that type of learning would be far more valuable than what we learned in our "Birth Class" (Which really should have been titled Naked People of the 70's Demonstrate "Natural" childbirth).
No thanks. Show me the birth with the epidural. Then I would have had something to take notes on.
This night, we were half way through dinner our and second drinks before it dawned on us that we were talking about things. THINGS OTHER THAN THE BABY.
And once we realized it. We didn't know what to say. And we missed him.
But how could you not. Look at him in all his sushi cuteness!