Next year…. a baby sitter.

Marlena was very well behaved at dinner. She ate her food, spoke quietly, stayed in her chair, politely engaged in conversation, and even tried her father’s Cosmo. (She hated it and it made her eyes water.) She drank her first Shirley-Temple too, but happily declared it too fizzy.

Oliver cried through the entire meal. He sat with us, was pretty happy until they brought out the bread, and then cried. He didn’t want to be held, set down, nursed, walked, or anything.

So our anniversary was spent bolting down a delicious gourmet meal to the sound of our baby crying.

On the upside, when we got home, both children went to sleep. We were able to toast each other, and have some quiet alone time after all.

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