Last night Tim and I had one of our semi-regularly scheduled date nights. Hooray for play tickets! We drove up to UCLA to see "Kiss Me, Kate," and Grams came over to babysit. You may remember that the last time we went to see a play, Ellie went six hours without eating, because she just flat out refused the bottle, and she was too little for solid foods.
Last night, we went up to LA, had delicious sushi dinner and then enjoyed a great performance. When we got home, I walked into the house slowly, anticipating that I'd hear my baby crying, or that she'd be passed out in Grams' arms after a couple of awkward hours. It was neither. Grams was reading on the couch, and the baby was asleep in her crib, freshly bathed, in her pajamers. She'd had her milk from the sippy cup, she'd eaten some sweetie potatoes, and she'd had some of her new puffs (a pre-Cheerios baby food. They sort of melt in the baby's mouth so that they can't choke.) And THEN Ellie slept through until morning. All in all, a very productive evening. Inch by inch, we are getting a chance at having a regular, grown up life again.
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