On Sunday, we tried to squeeze as much family time in as possible. All while trying to keep the day feeling relaxed and low-key so that we didn't feel drained by the end of the weekend. Talk about walking a fine line!
I think we did a pretty good job this past Sunday.
7:30am - both my husband and I have been half asleep / half awake since 4:30am. Baby O has been yammering in her sleep and waking here and there, keeping both of us in a half slumber. Through the baby monitor, I hear our three year old talking to himself and I know that one of us has to get up out of bed. I volunteer. We eat a small breakfast together. I laugh at the fact that my son is wearing his pajamas inside out.
9:30am - two hours later, everyone is dressed and we are heading out the door. My husband and I had discussed plans for Sunday the day before and agreed that we needed to take advantage of the awesome weather for the day. A high of 60F! We are definitely getting outside.
10:30am - we're enjoying brunch at a new diner. Pancakes so sweet they are practically dessert for the toddler:
11:30am - ahhh warm weather! We went out for a family walk/run/bike along the Platte River trail, one of the many awesome trails here in Denver. The trail options are definitely one of the things I love love love about Colorado.
1:30pm - after our outdoor adventure, we make a stop at the grocery store to pick up food for the first half of the week (per our meal plan!), and then it's naptime for just about everyone.
2:30pm - I squeeze in some housecleaning while both kids are still asleep. These days, I have to fit in whatever chores I can whenever the situation presents itself.
5:30pm - most of the time, I have no problem bringing a crying infant out with us when we go to eat. But when it comes to eating at some of the nicer restaurants, I feel guilty. Having lived in places like San Francisco and Los Angeles where fine dining never/rarely involves having to listen a crying infant, I admit that I feel guilty about my infant crying at a nice restaurant. I know that one obvious option is to hire a babysitter and save the really nice restaurants for date night, but I'm just not ready to let someone else watch my seven week old baby.
So I decided to try something different: I made dinner reservations for a Sunday night and we brought the kids, figuring fewer people would be dining out on a Sunday night. Bonus? I was able to easily score reservations at one of the restaurants that normally I would have to reserve weeks in advance to get a table on a Friday or Saturday night.
The verdict? We will definitely be doing more fine dining with both our kids on Sunday night. Although we had a brief episode of Baby O crying, I didn't feel as guilty about having a crying baby with us.
Have you ever had to deal with a crying baby in a nice restaurant? Is it common where you live or not common? (When I lived in San Francisco, it was almost unheard of to see/hear a crying baby in a very nice restaurant.)