We're getting braver

B and I ventured out to dinner last night with C in tow. Now, you may be thinking "geez, you waited 3 months to go with your baby? That's a long time" and you would be correct, it is a long time. But I'm fairly certain I do not need to refresh your little brains about the type of child we're dealing with...HMN ring any bells? I am not about to be "that person" in a restaurant unable to control 12 pounds of chubby while doing some song and dance around the restaurant for all to see and judge. No. We did take him once to a hibachi grill at the end of March for my mom's b-day but that was back in the days of actually SLEEPING in his carseat and the car. Those days are long gone and I knew he wouldn't be asleep during this venture. So we stuffed him up with milk and happy thoughts and stuck him in the death car. He lasted about halfway through the meal in his carseat just chillin' while I held up some brightly colored book of nonsense for him to look at. Once he started to get restless and I started to panic and get sweaty in anticipation of a meltdown, I got him out and held him while mastering the art of not only eating one handed, but LEFT handed. Oh stop, I swear I'm not super mom. (But I am getting pretty close.) He's getting to be an all-star at holding his tiny little head up (I should think so, he's only in the 36th percentile for head circumference. It shouldn't be that heavy) so he just looked all around (spit up on my shoulder once which only added to my hottness that was an old volleyball t-shirt and yoga pants. Thanks son) and smiled at the ladeez (none could compare to his long-distance honey in Indy though...luh you HL). So with a successful dinner out under our belt we're feeling like parents of like the decade or whatever. You can roll your eyes all you want at this small "accomplishment" but a small accomplishment in high maintenance nugget world is like walking on the freakin' moon to you all with "easy" and "content" stupid babies. Apologies for that last sentence, I took it too far I know. I actually don't even know if that analogy made any sense but I don't care. It's 90 degrees outside and I'm sitting in a classroom with no AC. Evidently it's NOT 2011 but rather 1900.

I was too busy trying to rush the waiter so he didn't have to judge me during a baby breakdown that I forgot to snap pics of this field trip so you'll just have to look at his cuteness before we left the house.

In other non-baby news, today is my last day as a teacher. Whoop. Onto bigger and better things like making ridiculous sounds with my mouth and cleaning up poop that resembles syrup and smells like acid that has the ability to make your eyes water. Envy me. But seriously, I'm very excited to start my new occupation as a SAHM/entrepreneur (I don't know what I'm entrepreneur-ing, but people that do this are typically rich, maybe in an illegal way but that's ok. We're open to it.) A littler nervy about what we'll do all day but I'm sure I can find mindless ways to entertain him. I know he loves to look at the TV (just kidding judgmental moms out there, I won't stick him in front of it all day....) Well, time to finish packing things up. I have to be at school for 2 hours Monday THEN I can say I'm officially done.

xoxo,

entrepreneur specialist of marketing and sales director and CEO incorporated.