saturday night sam and i realized that not having a babysitter doesn't mean we have to skip date night. so we packed up the baby, headed to the brew pub and spent our evening like a couple of crazy kids. silas was a champ at the restaurant. but i'll give all the credit to the time consuming, attention grabbing steamed broccoli we brought along and the goofy teenage bus boy who was all about entertaining the baby.
we spent our sunday in boystown, lending a bit of silas sweetness to the gay pride parade.
within moments of staking out our spot, there was a group of extra oohy and aahy young men taking pictures of our baby. harassing us that we were making them forget about the almost naked men on passing floats because silas was just so damn adorable.
on papa's shoulders, getting a closer look at the dancing romans.
on our way back west. silas passed out napping in spite of the booming sound systems.
stop for enchiladas and margaritas at tapatia. baby gets a bandana fashioned into a bib when i slack on packing a diaper bag.
Comments (3)
Can't you just hear him thinking "Hey wait a minute. Where's my beer?"
Posted by Amma | June 25, 2007 9:44 PM
Posted on June 25, 2007 21:44
Bart says, "That's not date night. That's family night."
Posted by Auntie Kim | June 25, 2007 10:34 PM
Posted on June 25, 2007 22:34
thanks for the edit, bart.
please note that we celebrated uncle bart's birthday at the gay pride parade. all those bright oranges, we couldn't help but reminisce about bart 1998.
Posted by katie | June 26, 2007 10:53 AM
Posted on June 26, 2007 10:53