Robbie and I celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary Saturday. We had wonderful day together...with our sweet Harper of course. However, it did vary a bit from what we envisioned when we married.Over dinner we both shared a vivid memory of the 25-year-old version of us, lazing away on the beaches of St. Lucia (tan and S-K-I-N-N-Y thankyouverymuch), picturing our fifth anniversary, so far in the future. We made a deal that we'd be back in that particular paradise for such a monumental anniversary, both secretly certain that we'd never wait FIVE WHOLE YEARS before returning to such a romantic place. Unencumbered by babies, pets or general reality, we figured that marriage was pretty much an extended honeymoon, and surely in five years our wrinkled old selves would be hopping to get back to the Caribbean before we were too old to go out in bathing suits ever again.
Well, reality has once again knocked on our hiding door, and though we've taken several vacations of both the tropical and non-tropical variety, we've yet to catch another glimpse of that sacred St. Lucia sand.
As a four month old doesn't exactly equal "week in the tropics," we went to Plan B and made reservations for a romantic evening out. However, apparently holiday travel with a four month old does equal "raging cold," or the snots, as our pediatrician so delicately put it. So, at the last minute we canceled our grown-ups only dinner and instead introduced our teeny girl to late night sushi in Vinings, where she of course quickly became the center of attention and charmed the staff. St. Lucia it may not be, but this is our world at the moment and neither of us could imagine much better.
In lieu of vacation photos, please enjoy this shot of Robbie and Harper waiting for our table at the restaurant.
And another highlight from the evening...while I was dressing for dinner, Harper decided she'd had ENOUGH with entertaining herself and would settle for nothing less than being in the middle of things. At a mothering loss, I padded the sink with towels and plopped her in - she proceeded to sit in the sink for the next 20 minutes, happy as a clam. Desperation is truly the mother of invention....though to be fair, my mom did patent this move the last time we were in Memphis. Regardless, we'll take it. But the minute Harper gets into my Bobbi Brown, it's over.....
And another highlight from the evening...while I was dressing for dinner, Harper decided she'd had ENOUGH with entertaining herself and would settle for nothing less than being in the middle of things. At a mothering loss, I padded the sink with towels and plopped her in - she proceeded to sit in the sink for the next 20 minutes, happy as a clam. Desperation is truly the mother of invention....though to be fair, my mom did patent this move the last time we were in Memphis. Regardless, we'll take it. But the minute Harper gets into my Bobbi Brown, it's over.....
