Yesterday evening we took Tom over to his grandparents for the night while we went out.
We were sat having an early dinner in Nando’s trying to work out the last time we had gone out as a couple, we couldn’t remember, I think the last time was Simon’s birthday back in February. Every meal out since has been a lunchtime affair with Tom for company it’s become second habit to make sure that there’s nothing on the table within the grasp of a baby that Tom can break, stick in his eye, choke on, throw on the floor or smear in his hair. It’s also become second nature to check the baby menu for something for him to eat. So it felt weird to be sat there enjoying our wine without distractions.
The first time we went out on our own for the evening we spent almost the whole night talking about him, we have got a lot better since then, I think the novelty has worn off since then.
Last night we went to the theatre, well the arts centre to see Barry Cryer and Colin Sell. It was a positively old fashioned kind of evening, when he said “Do you remember Max Miller?” there were sighs of appreciation throughout the audience. We were about the youngest people there and the jokes Barry told were positively middle aged too, but seeing as he had wrote a good proportion of them, I suppose he’s allowed to. It was an fabulous night out though he is an excellent raconteur and the jokes were good ones so we are not complaining at all.
We are very lucky in King’s Lynn that we have to venues for arts and cultural happening even if some of those arts and cultural happenings do not hold much appeal for me. A night out with half of Cannon and Ball anyone?…. Thought not.
Anyway we picked Tom up from his doting and slightly frazzled grandparents this morning. He had been showing off his new walking skills to them all last night. Did I not mention that Tom started walking? Well he did, Wednesday afternoon just after lunch, he tottered from the coffee table to your left to the sofa on the right where I was sitting.
He had a book in his hands that he wanted to me to read to him. So far he has had his most successful walks when he has had something in his hands to distract him from falling over. When he thinks about it he seems to remember that walking is hard and falls over. He’ll get better but it is, literally, baby steps.