This weekend was the weekend of our anniversary. We pretty much know our family’s limitations, so we set our expectations appropriately.
What we had was a nice, relaxing day with the family. We’d expected to order in for dinner. But I was getting a craving for Chevy’s tortilla chips and salsa. And that craving just wouldn’t go away. We were going to have to try and go out for dinner.
We considered our options. Since we couldn’t bare the idea of suffering our friends with Aaron, we were going to take the kids with us.
And so we did. The best part of the dinner was watching Maddie dip her tortilla chips in the salsa and eat them. The way two-year-olds do adult things is just so darn cute. But it didn’t take Aaron long to realise that this wasn’t home.
The little guy wouldn’t be corked. One of us had to hold him while the other ate, then we’d trade. This is a routine with which we’re getting familiar. Luckily, there were a few other new parents there, and we noticed more “I feel for ya buddy” looks than “you’re ruining our dinner” stares. At least we’d hoped so.
Who We Were Then
- Maddie (2 years old)
- Aaron (0 years old)