Last night we got home after a terribly exhausting dinner at a restaurant…with the baby. We had planned on going out on a date one day and getting a babysitter, but yesterday we realized the Groupon we had purchased was about to expire, so we brought the baby with us. No big deal, we had done it many times before and she did great. She was with us all day, we went to a house showing, did some shopping, and then headed to the restaurant. The second we got in there it was like she turned into a different child. She was screaming, throwing things, kicking, even biting! It was bad. Really bad. We hadn’t quite seen this side of her yet, so it took us by surprise and we seriously couldn’t wait to get our food and leave.
She fell asleep in the car, and when we got home I didn’t wake her and just put her into the crib in our room. Isaiah and I sat outside our door on the stairs in the dark house. After a few minutes of silence I got up and grabbed my camera and started setting it up. I had been wanting some pictures of just the two of us, and I thought it might be fun with the baby in bed and especially after such an evening. It ended up being exactly what we needed that day. Isaiah likes to do funny faces randomly in front of the camera (and whisper gibberish in my ears to make me laugh), and half the time I don’t know what I’m going to find when I get the pictures on the computer. Looking at the shots this morning though, I feel like I am reading a love letter from him to me.