I love my son, but it was really really REALLY nice to eat dinner without him.
Throughout the night we tried our very best to (a) not talk about Baby Chuck and (b) eat slowly. Since becoming parents our conversations revolve around our son. Dinner topics include dissecting his moods, sleep habits, bowel movements (tmi?), and skin. I'm quite embarrassed by the number of times I start statements with"Baby Chuck did this today...."
Our manners have also seriously slid down the tubes. We shovel a whole ton of food into our mouths as fast as we can. Forget about savoring the meals. Napkins? Hah! No time to wipe our mouths. Knives? Nope. That's a luxury. We just use forks (or one hand.). The other hand is always spooning, mushing, wiping or entertaining baby. Dinner time is battle time. Those who follow dinner etiquette starve. Only the impolite survive.
So it should come as no surprise to you that we really appreciated that alone time. Maybe we can try this whole date night thing again? (Anybody interested in babysitting?)
Today I spent some time looking through some old wedding stuff. I found these messages written by our guests 7 years ago. (Instead of a guestbook we asked guests to write on paper "leaves" which were then hung on twigs.) I laughed a whole lot when I saw these. Some of our guests got really creative...
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