Grandparent Invitation: Move In! Please!
Friday night, Andrew and I got into our car at 8:30pm and drove to a sushi restaurant for dinner. We ate our entire dinner together, without getting up from the table or taking turns eating bites of food. We got home around 10pm. It was the latest we’d been out in months. As we watched people coming into and leaving the restaurant, it was like seeing a secret world that goes on every night while we’re home with our sleeping baby—a world that doesn’t revolve around 7pm bathtime and 7:30pm bedtime and collapsing ourselves at 9pm.
Thanks to my parents, who were in town for the past few days, Andrew and I actually got to go out for dinner, just the two of us. It was more than a little strange to spend even those couple of hours without Lucia—as though some vital part of us was missing. It was quite nice having a leisurely meal without having to tend to the little one—though we agreed that, in general, most of the time, Lucia is a lovely dining companion.
That’s not to say that we wouldn’t pounce on the opportunity to have more evenings out—and many more days of having two extra pairs of arms around to hold and entertain Lucia. It was so wonderful to have them here, and I think Lucia, too, had a good time having some new faces around. She put on her “perfect baby” act almost the whole time, too, even sleeping through a nice lunch out at a burger place we love on Saturday afternoon. Fusskins? What Fusskins? She made a liar out of me.
Mom and I embarked on a large cooking project on Sunday, preparing about a hundred servings of sweet potatoes, squash, carrots, and avocado for upcoming food introductions. Who knew you could prepare baby food in advance and freeze single servings in ice cube trays? It was a lot of mess and effort, but the end result is extremely satisfying, and I’m excited to keep making food for her as all the summer veggies and fruits start appearing.
Now it’s back to just the three of us. Next time she sees Grandparents Orlando, she just might be able to crawl over to greet them.
Thanks to my parents, who were in town for the past few days, Andrew and I actually got to go out for dinner, just the two of us. It was more than a little strange to spend even those couple of hours without Lucia—as though some vital part of us was missing. It was quite nice having a leisurely meal without having to tend to the little one—though we agreed that, in general, most of the time, Lucia is a lovely dining companion.
That’s not to say that we wouldn’t pounce on the opportunity to have more evenings out—and many more days of having two extra pairs of arms around to hold and entertain Lucia. It was so wonderful to have them here, and I think Lucia, too, had a good time having some new faces around. She put on her “perfect baby” act almost the whole time, too, even sleeping through a nice lunch out at a burger place we love on Saturday afternoon. Fusskins? What Fusskins? She made a liar out of me.
Mom and I embarked on a large cooking project on Sunday, preparing about a hundred servings of sweet potatoes, squash, carrots, and avocado for upcoming food introductions. Who knew you could prepare baby food in advance and freeze single servings in ice cube trays? It was a lot of mess and effort, but the end result is extremely satisfying, and I’m excited to keep making food for her as all the summer veggies and fruits start appearing.
Now it’s back to just the three of us. Next time she sees Grandparents Orlando, she just might be able to crawl over to greet them.
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