Benjamin and I don’t really do New Year’s resolutions, but last year we made a goal: To go out to eat more often. I know, it’s kind of the opposite of most people’s resolutions (to save money/lose weight), but we find that we spend so much time in our house that we sometimes forget how nice it is to go out. I love to cook, so we often stay in and make nice dinners, and have friends over for dinner, but there is something so freeing about walking out the door without thinking about what groceries need to be bought or which veggies need to be chopped, and knowing that we’re going to enjoy delicious food and a glass of wine or two without having to do the dishes. Anyway, we did ok on our goal during the spring when I was pregnant, but as I got bigger and the weather got hotter and my feet got more swollen, we kind of forgot about it. When Owen was born, people kept telling us “Go out now! Babies are so portable! Enjoy it while you can!”. We went out a few times and Owen slept peacefully in his stroller while we ate and marveled at how those people were right. And then we started working on naptimes and bedtime, and the windows for going out to eat as a family of three became very, very short.
Yesterday we decided to try again. We ventured out with one of my mom group friends and her husband who have a baby just about the same age as Owen. Instead of crossing our fingers that the babies would nap during our meal (which we’re both kind of trying to do in the crib these days), we decided to try for an awake period. We picked brunch/lunch at a restaurant that is famous for being kid-friendly. This place is owned by two moms and is designed so the kids can play in a little play area while the parents eat. Oh, and the food was supposedly delicious. What a brilliant restaurant idea! Even though our little ones were too small to play in the play area, we had a FABULOUS time.
Owen is sitting well enough now that we put him in the corner of the booth between Benjamin and I with a toy and some rings to chew on, and he was happy as a little clam. Though he’s generally a very quiet baby, his new noise/talking sound is a high pitched squeal that could just about break glass. He does it as loud as he can, and then smiles and laughs. It’s adorable. And deafening. Thankfully this place was so loud with the hustle and bustle of Sunday brunch/lunch that no one batted an eyelash when he showed off his mad soprano skillz.
After our lovely lunch Owen was beyond exhausted, and I knew he’d be asleep as soon as we put him in the carseat. Instead of trying to keep him awake until we got home, or transfer him to his crib/nursery after the 10 minute drive home (which is ALWAYS unsuccessful), we took the opportunity to drive around some towns we’re thinking of moving to. This is our new favorite weekend activity — town scouting. We’ve been thinking for awhile that we’d like to move this spring into a bigger house with a bigger yard for Schnitzel and great schools. I’ve been chomping at the bit to start house hunting (I am pretty much obsessed with looking at houses online), and Benjamin said that we could “officially” start looking in 2011. Oh it’s 2011, folks, and I am moving full steam ahead. Anyway, we have our list of towns down to a short list, and we like to spend the weekends driving around and looking at neighborhoods, scouting out houses that I’ve found online and keeping our eyes peeled for open houses. It’s the perfect way to extend our car ride for Owen’s naptime too!
It was a lovely little Sunday, and our restaurant excursion made me realize we are able to go out to eat again! Maybe not to dinner without getting a babysitter, since Owen goes to bed at 6:45ish, but brunch/lunch was perfect.
And now I am soaking up today with Owen, because tomorrow is D day. Daycare day. I’ve been preparing for it long enough that I think I will be fine. Owen will have a blast, I have no doubt. And although I’m sure there will be tears (more mine than his!), we’re going to handle this transition well. I may not be able to blog until Wednesday morning, but send me all your happy thoughts. I’m off to write my “how to take care of my baby” manual for the daycare providers…