A datenight

I had a craving for shrimp and was disheartened this week when I discovered the funky smell in my fridge was the shrimp I bought last week. Since then, I've been craving shrimp, among other things, unfortunately not carrots and celery. Anyway, on the way home from our days at school and daycare, I had the wild idea of dining out with the kids. Ryan is out of town, and warned me/complimented me(?) that I was "a brave woman" to take on such a task alone. At 13 months and 26 months, most things are unpredictable, but I was feeling lucky tonight....Red Lobster, thanks for your patience.

No really, not only was it a fun time, but a memorable one. I tried with all my might to savor the moment and not get caught up in the details of eating and leaving as quickly as possible so as not to disrupt other diners and miss our nightly routine window. W was particularly interesting as he's enjoyed talking to the owner who checked in on us to make sure we had a good experience at her restaurant. He told her all about trains, boats, stars, and any other thought that popped into his head. In the midst of this, before I knew it, I looked down and saw a tiny hand right in the middle of my rice pilaf. E didn't seem to mind the fact that her plate had the same rice. She just helped herself, cute girl.

I loved this moment because even though Ryan is out of town and it's been sad without him, my family was still right there. It's just amazing to feel so connected to these little ones. I feel so blessed.