He loves me

It is really hard going out at night now that there is a 17lb person in our lives (that statement deserves a big 'no duh'). The other night we ventured out for ice cream with friends and it was literally a race against the clock to eat our ice cream, socialize for more than 3 seconds and get Matty home and in bed at a decent time. As Jim says: 'Now I understand why people who have kids disappear, it's all about the kid's schedule.' Never a truer statement was uttered. I used to think how I wouldn't be one of those disappearing parents, I was still going to go out, still going to socialize, still going to have people over for dinner. Now? I can't imagine a more nightmarish situation. {Excuse me while I eat a nice big slice of humble pie.}

Putting Matty to bed can sometimes end up being a bit...tiresome. Most nights he goes down easily, without too much fuss. However, there are the nights that turn into Screamfest 2007, and those are always a little (heh, heh) more challenging. Apparently last night was a screamfest, but thanks to the awesomeness that is my husband, I didn't have to attend. Friends of ours were going out to a comedy club, and Jim insisted that I go with them and join in the festivities. It was such a good time, I had a blast while I was out and while I missed my boy so badly, I also relished in the fact that I was not constantly checking my shirt for baby throw-up or doing my best to figure out why my 5 1/2 month old is screaming his head off when he should be sleeping. I love my husband, he really is the best.