Lovely weekend. Little Alvin reached the three month milestone on Friday. Three months often marks quite a change in little babies as their brains develop and they begin to start paying attention to the world. A4 affirmed his acumen by intently staring and tracking the local flora during an evening stroll on Saturday. This was markedly different than say, a month ago, when he'd just either fall directly asleep or simply stare at the Mrs. or myself. Now he notices.
Saturday evening we dropped the little guy off at a friend's house so that we could go see Deathly Hallows part 2, which was pretty much the best movie ever made (OK, I exaggerate; however, it was definitely very good). It was an action-packed end to the series, possibly imbalanced in relation to its own arc, but perfect within the context of all eight movies. I'm thinking of going to see it again, but in 3D next time.
On Sunday, after a brief trip to the mall, we decided it was time to join the real world again and take Little Alvin to a restaurant for the first time. We were mildly concerned about how it would go, because it was about an hour before he was supposed to eat and this is typically his most fussy time; he is tired and likes to catch a nap before its time to eat again (what a life, huh?). We considered trying a restaurant another time, because of the prevailing vision of a screaming baby, one parent not eating, the other cramming food into his mouth so that he may relieve the second parent, the second parent harried and facing a plate of cold food, and the other restaurant patrons looking on with disapproval. But we decided that we couldn't always control the timing and environment and needed some practice dealing with baby adversity. We went for it.
The Legend of Little Alvin continues, where not only have we been favored with a child that sleeps 7 or 8 hours at night, who only fusses when he's tired or hungry, who is very accommodating with laughs and smiles and coos (and gas and drool), who is often content to laugh and smile alone in his activity mat while we eat breakfast or have a cup of coffee, who cleaned my gutters, and who filed an amendment on my 2010 taxes that saved me a bunch of money, but ALSO was a perfect angel during our first restaurant venture.
He sat quietly and soaked up the environment while we ordered and ate chicken tacos while a baby at the next table screamed (as well as all the other things we worried about). I thought the best we could hope for was that he'd fall asleep and then wake up angry, but he was content to hang out. After the Mrs. finished her meal, she fed him a bottle, I finished my double margarita, and we left with peaceful hearts, full bellies, and a mild buzz for me.
A big knock on wood for the last three paragraphs.
Finished the weekend off by doing some grilling-in-the-rain with chicken and eggplant on my Smokey Joe (who can wait for the sun to grill during the Summer That Never Was?). True Blood, which is getting better with every episode, and then bed.