We had such a good time, but it wasn't all fun. Poor Jess was tasked (1 and 3 were mine. 2 was from Gram) with three firsts:
1. Get Evy to accept a bottle.*
*Heather, on her visit, was instantly successful giving Evy a bottle, which lulled me into a false sense of security. Without regular bottle exposure, she became a real "boob girl."
2. Potty train Nathan.
3. Introduce cereal (and a spoon) to Evy.
Bottle, check. Poop in the potty, check. Cereal, check. A (week) long story short: She was three for three and got on that plane "batting-a-thousand."
Yes, dear reader, Kyle and I got to go on a real date where I didn't utter the words, "On your bottom!" even once. It was everything I thought it could be.
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Pre date photo |
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The "I got this" picture Jess sent while Kyle and I were on our date. Evy's legs leisurely crossed while enjoying a BOTTLE! |
It wasn't all work, I swear. Here's some evidence of our fun.
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