• Bug,  illos,  Super Dad

    Date Night

    So where did I leave off? Date night.

    My Fairy Godmother (Susan) was successful and she managed to kick us out of the house for our first night out without the baby. Phew! We did it. It was actually pretty fun. Usually Toby and I are horrible daters. We often spend the time arguing or giving each other the silent treatment. We’re horrible. But this night we both knew that we had to make the best of it because it was special and we probably wouldn’t have another date night any time soon. We were both on our best behavior.

    Of course we worried about the baby the entire time but it was pleasant and I really enjoyed myself. I had my first glass of wine since before I was pregnant. It was delicious! I think Toby worried a lot more than I did. Baby Bug always falls asleep at seven and I had fed her minutes before we walked out the door. I knew I had until at least ten before she would wake up hungry. I also know that Susan would rock, cuddle, sing and dance to keep Baby Bug happy. She is an excellent babysitter.

    I admit that the thought to call home did cross my mind but then I remembered how hard it is to take a phone call when the baby is crying. I know she would pick up because if she didn’t it would make me worry even worse. And if she did and the baby was crying, it would make the baby cry more and me worry more. All in all it was best not to call. If anything went wrong, Susan promised me she would call me.

    Nothing went wrong. Baby Bug didn’t even make a peep the entire time we were gone. She is such a good baby.

    It was so nice to go out. I think I’m struggling with this mom identity still. I felt like a million bucks when I dressed up in non-maternity clothes and Toby smiled and told me I looked nice. It’s nice to be admired as a wife again instead of just a mom. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mom. But I still want to be a hot date too.

  • Bug,  illos

    the froggy in my throat

    It’s been a real challenge to talk to Baby Bug now that I have laryngitis. I wonder what she thinks? Did a monster replace her mom? Sometimes my voice is downright scary since I’ve been sick. It’s frustrating for me because I was just finally getting into a routine of sing-songy things to say to her as I changed her diaper and dressed her and did all those miscellaneous tasks that seem to repeat themselves endlessly. Now all those little songs are awful whispered hacking sounds because I’m missing half of my vocal cords. Oh well, at least I’m on the mend and for the most part she seems to understand my barking froggy-speak.