Mommy and Daddy D were determined that their old friends, Auntie Su and Uncle So, and Uncle M meet Baby D. So when dinner was arranged at this nice hotel in our town, they decided to venture bravely forth and take Baby D along.
Mommy D packed everything she could think of, and then some, into Baby D's diaper bag. In went diapers and wipes, Micky mouse and Baby D's fishie teether, formula dispenser with pre measured formula and some to spare and pre measured boiled water in a bottle, Baby D's sippy cup, burp cloths, spoons and bowl and some potato mash, so he wouldn't feel left out when the others ate.
Baby D started getting cranky twenty minutes into the drive. This didn't bode well for the rest of the evening, so Mommy D turned on the radio hoping to give his thoughts a new direction. He didn't care for the music, so Mommy D took to singing herself. Baby D is the only person in the world who prefers momma's singing to the radio. So she blithely ignored the stares of the people at the traffic stops, not to mention Daddy D's sensibilities, as she screeched - "Fa ---a long long way to run" much to Baby D's delight.
We reached the nice hotel in our town and looked in longingly at the lounge bar. The staff sympathetically informed us we couldn't take kids in there, but they would send any "beverages" we wanted to the restaurant. So there we went, and asked for a table for six - in a cosy nook, where any ruckus made by Baby D would go unnoticed and which would be relatively sheltered from the AC. We also asked for some bread sticks to keep Baby D engaged and a high chair to sit him in. Baby D enjoyed the high chair for all of two minutes, banging away on its little table. But then he realised he was restrained and couldn't jump off when he liked and immediately made his loud and angry disapproval known! Mommy and Daddy D desperately tried to work the table free and were rescued by an army of the waiting staff within minutes!!
The bread sticks were met with more success. When they arrived, they had oregano and other herbs stuck on to them, so Mommy D had dropped any plans of letting Baby D entertain himself with those. But Baby D in one swipe grabbed them and went at them with gusto. That was until Daddy D realised they presented a choking hazard, and tactfully but summarily put an end to that little adventure.
Auntie Su made Mommy D laugh a lot with her own baby anecdotes and the right way to handle kids around a swimming pool. Mommy and Daddy D were able to join in the conversation by turns and then fill in the gaps later. We learnt that "Ba Ba black sheep" is really about taxation - a most interesting observation, and we are convinced we didn't mix it up with any other piece of conversation. Mommy D was even able to play the wine connoisseur act when presented with a bottle to sample, holding Baby D with one hand and sniffing with full conviction at the glass before giving a gracious nod to the waiter.
Baby D tried his best to upset the table, pulling at the place mats, banging the cutlery against the plates and poking his hand in momma's bowl of pasta. So all in all he enjoyed himself too. The only misadventure of the evening was with the mashed potato. Mommy D, with misplaced enthusiasm, offered Baby D a larger bite than he could handle which made him throw up everywhere. Daddy D whisked him off to the men's room to get him cleaned up as Mommy D forlornly sipped her wine and felt guilty. (Nice hotel in our town has the diaper changing unit in the men's. Mommy D is thinking of becoming a regular.)
Baby D returned from the men's all spruced up and ready to re-join the party. He tried his best to sip at momma's glass of wine. This made her very proud, for he could, if he had wanted to, gone for Daddy D's beer instead. Mommy D has visions of Baby D graduating out of La Sorbonne, all Parisian in his sensibilities. When it was his milk time, Baby D simply lay down and polished off his bottle. He then played some more with the cutlery and the crockery and finally when he had had enough raised his hands in appeal. Mommy D had barely picked him up and he fell asleep.
With Baby D's first night out deemed a spectacular success, Mommy D and Daddy D are rather on a high. Looks like good times are about to roll!
Mommy D packed everything she could think of, and then some, into Baby D's diaper bag. In went diapers and wipes, Micky mouse and Baby D's fishie teether, formula dispenser with pre measured formula and some to spare and pre measured boiled water in a bottle, Baby D's sippy cup, burp cloths, spoons and bowl and some potato mash, so he wouldn't feel left out when the others ate.
Baby D started getting cranky twenty minutes into the drive. This didn't bode well for the rest of the evening, so Mommy D turned on the radio hoping to give his thoughts a new direction. He didn't care for the music, so Mommy D took to singing herself. Baby D is the only person in the world who prefers momma's singing to the radio. So she blithely ignored the stares of the people at the traffic stops, not to mention Daddy D's sensibilities, as she screeched - "Fa ---a long long way to run" much to Baby D's delight.
We reached the nice hotel in our town and looked in longingly at the lounge bar. The staff sympathetically informed us we couldn't take kids in there, but they would send any "beverages" we wanted to the restaurant. So there we went, and asked for a table for six - in a cosy nook, where any ruckus made by Baby D would go unnoticed and which would be relatively sheltered from the AC. We also asked for some bread sticks to keep Baby D engaged and a high chair to sit him in. Baby D enjoyed the high chair for all of two minutes, banging away on its little table. But then he realised he was restrained and couldn't jump off when he liked and immediately made his loud and angry disapproval known! Mommy and Daddy D desperately tried to work the table free and were rescued by an army of the waiting staff within minutes!!
The bread sticks were met with more success. When they arrived, they had oregano and other herbs stuck on to them, so Mommy D had dropped any plans of letting Baby D entertain himself with those. But Baby D in one swipe grabbed them and went at them with gusto. That was until Daddy D realised they presented a choking hazard, and tactfully but summarily put an end to that little adventure.
Auntie Su made Mommy D laugh a lot with her own baby anecdotes and the right way to handle kids around a swimming pool. Mommy and Daddy D were able to join in the conversation by turns and then fill in the gaps later. We learnt that "Ba Ba black sheep" is really about taxation - a most interesting observation, and we are convinced we didn't mix it up with any other piece of conversation. Mommy D was even able to play the wine connoisseur act when presented with a bottle to sample, holding Baby D with one hand and sniffing with full conviction at the glass before giving a gracious nod to the waiter.
Baby D tried his best to upset the table, pulling at the place mats, banging the cutlery against the plates and poking his hand in momma's bowl of pasta. So all in all he enjoyed himself too. The only misadventure of the evening was with the mashed potato. Mommy D, with misplaced enthusiasm, offered Baby D a larger bite than he could handle which made him throw up everywhere. Daddy D whisked him off to the men's room to get him cleaned up as Mommy D forlornly sipped her wine and felt guilty. (Nice hotel in our town has the diaper changing unit in the men's. Mommy D is thinking of becoming a regular.)
Baby D returned from the men's all spruced up and ready to re-join the party. He tried his best to sip at momma's glass of wine. This made her very proud, for he could, if he had wanted to, gone for Daddy D's beer instead. Mommy D has visions of Baby D graduating out of La Sorbonne, all Parisian in his sensibilities. When it was his milk time, Baby D simply lay down and polished off his bottle. He then played some more with the cutlery and the crockery and finally when he had had enough raised his hands in appeal. Mommy D had barely picked him up and he fell asleep.
With Baby D's first night out deemed a spectacular success, Mommy D and Daddy D are rather on a high. Looks like good times are about to roll!
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