...was really marvelous! We went to Lucca, a lovely little place right down the street. (In a sign I really am getting Mommy Brain, I thought Drew was referring to a place called Lauro, in southeast Portland, as the place we should take them). Lucca was the last place I ate dinner before going to the hospital for an induced labor. We haven't been there since; I've been afraid to take Rachel anywhere that isn't specifically family-friendly (i.e., that has a play area and burgers on the menu).
Well. Our little girl was so well-behaved at dinner! She looked around at everything and even flirted with a waiter who is a foster dad and gave her his finger to grasp. She didn't whine or cry AT ALL. What a super baby!
Of course, it helped that the restaurant, as upscale as it is, welcomed Rachel by handing her a sippy cup of water without me even asking. And there was at least one other baby there, plus a couple that came in while we were ordering. The couple brought their 3-year-old and newborn and looked completely relaxed.
Later, Rachel even let Edwin hold her. By the end of the evening she was snuggling against his chest.
When we got home, we let watched Rachel play on the floor for a bit before I put her down to sleep and Drew drove Becky & Edwin back to their hotel. While we watched Rachel, I suddenly had a vision of Mom and Dad watching me/Daniella/Becky/and her brother, Joel, play on the floor while chatting with Becky and Joel's mom and dad. (Jack is Mom's brother; Kay is his wife). Funny to think how long ago that was, and how the scene is repeating itself with another generation.
Altogether, it was a very successful evening!
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