As it turned out, that was not a good time for Andrew.
He was fine when we first got there- sat at the bar for a drink when, after getting our drinks, the bartender told us we couldn't have the baby there (ugh!).
So we got a table... By this time, perhaps he was picking up on our frustration- he became fussy. We were determined not to get take-out so we had dinner "tag team" style. We took turns walking around with him. He had to, after all, see what was going on~
These photos are from after dinner, in his p.j.'s.
1 comment:
Happy Birthday!!
(& almost Happy Anniversary? I believe? I saw white pumpkins at the grocery store and it reminded me of your tables!)
xoxo
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