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Nice and chill weekend and almost over. Blah.
Small recap: Friday, hubby was home from work so he, N, and I spent the day together looking at trains (of course), playing with N's bat, ball, and rake (those things must always come in threes), and running around and climbing. N so tires us out--in a good way--but he never seems tired. Mommy has no time for gym so he's really helping me out.
Also, on Friday, on a whim, not in the mood to go food shopping, we decided to go out to dinner. This may sound uneventful, but a sit down dinner (even at a place that's a diner) with an almost 2 year old, is never just sit down. And, don't tell me I should just take him to Fuddruckers or something. Those places are even worse because he's so distracted by everyone and everything, he won't sit AT ALL. We haven't gone out the three of us to dinner since Mother's Day (that actually went super well) so we figured why not? He sat in the booth for a while, colored, threw things in my water (who needs to drink?) and was doing well. Now, if only they had brought out all the food just 10 minutes earlier than they did. Then, N had enough and wanted to go "OUUUTSIIIIDE." Well, wouldn't you know it, then, miraculously all the food is ready and brought to us. I guess they saw him getting restless and made their decision to bring stuff out that was sitting in the back? Hubby went to play with N in the parking lot (gives new meaning to "Go play in traffic") and I finished maybe half my dinner and then hubby and I switched N roles. All in all, not a bad outing. Went far better than the last time we went out, which I just remembered was not MD, but a few weeks ago when we braved Applebee's. N sat for maybe 5 minutes that day. So this time way better.
BUT, the real highlight of the dinner is about me. When I ran outside to find N and hubby so we could do the eating swap, a car honked at me. I wasn't in the street at risk of being run over so maybe I dropped something and the driver noticed? Nope. When I looked up, dude was all smiling this "you're cute" smile and honked again. OK, folks, it's been quite a while since I've been honked at. I guess baby as accessory does not invite honking. Go figure. Back in my single days, I would have ignored honker or rolled my eyes. But, I was wearing my cute, fitted pink shirt so I just smiled back and then went to find my boys, feeling, hot, hot, hot. I don't advocate leering, but once in a while, a few honks don't hurt. Maybe I should wear a shirt on days I need a honk. You know, something like, "Honk if you support moms." I don't know....I'll work on that idea.
Small recap: Friday, hubby was home from work so he, N, and I spent the day together looking at trains (of course), playing with N's bat, ball, and rake (those things must always come in threes), and running around and climbing. N so tires us out--in a good way--but he never seems tired. Mommy has no time for gym so he's really helping me out.
Also, on Friday, on a whim, not in the mood to go food shopping, we decided to go out to dinner. This may sound uneventful, but a sit down dinner (even at a place that's a diner) with an almost 2 year old, is never just sit down. And, don't tell me I should just take him to Fuddruckers or something. Those places are even worse because he's so distracted by everyone and everything, he won't sit AT ALL. We haven't gone out the three of us to dinner since Mother's Day (that actually went super well) so we figured why not? He sat in the booth for a while, colored, threw things in my water (who needs to drink?) and was doing well. Now, if only they had brought out all the food just 10 minutes earlier than they did. Then, N had enough and wanted to go "OUUUTSIIIIDE." Well, wouldn't you know it, then, miraculously all the food is ready and brought to us. I guess they saw him getting restless and made their decision to bring stuff out that was sitting in the back? Hubby went to play with N in the parking lot (gives new meaning to "Go play in traffic") and I finished maybe half my dinner and then hubby and I switched N roles. All in all, not a bad outing. Went far better than the last time we went out, which I just remembered was not MD, but a few weeks ago when we braved Applebee's. N sat for maybe 5 minutes that day. So this time way better.
BUT, the real highlight of the dinner is about me. When I ran outside to find N and hubby so we could do the eating swap, a car honked at me. I wasn't in the street at risk of being run over so maybe I dropped something and the driver noticed? Nope. When I looked up, dude was all smiling this "you're cute" smile and honked again. OK, folks, it's been quite a while since I've been honked at. I guess baby as accessory does not invite honking. Go figure. Back in my single days, I would have ignored honker or rolled my eyes. But, I was wearing my cute, fitted pink shirt so I just smiled back and then went to find my boys, feeling, hot, hot, hot. I don't advocate leering, but once in a while, a few honks don't hurt. Maybe I should wear a shirt on days I need a honk. You know, something like, "Honk if you support moms." I don't know....I'll work on that idea.