The other half and I went out for a lovely meal with friends last night. Henry was amazingly well-behaved. He was content with only a few minutes cuddles and fell asleep in his pushchair the rest of the time. No tears, no fuss.
There was a couple of ‘uh oh’ moments when the Happy Birthday song came blaring over the speakers so everyone had to stop their conversations and it woke Henry up. Thankfully he wasn’t too phased by it. I don’t know why restaurants do that. It’s a really brilliant way to irritate all the diners, AND staff.
But for once, both Henry’s daddy and I got to eat our meals hot and straight from the oven. When you have a little one, you learn to appreciate the times when it all goes smoothly and according to plan because let’s face it, that rarely happens.
It’s more a case of ‘going with the flow’ when a baby is concerned.