Earlier this week, Rachel was invited to watch "Grace," the latest installment of the American Girl Doll movies, at her friend Madeline's house (Madeline came to her birthday party last weekend). Madeline lives very close to McKinley Elementary. The party was from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. and the girls got popcorn and dessert. I immediately made a reservation at a restaurant Drew and I love about three Metro stops from our house. It has been so long since we've been to a nice restaurant, I was really looking forward to tonight.
I picked Rachel up at camp, we raced home and I heated up some egg noodles for her and we had a quick Shabbat dinner -- candles, prayers and all -- and she got me on quite a tear remembering my past. "Tell me who all your boyfriends were and why you broke up with them," she said.
"Um, how far back?" I said.
"All of them," she replied.
So, I began with my first kiss, with Tommy Martinek in 5th grade in the laundry room of the Whitehall, and ended up with Mike Selinker, my last serious boyfriend before Drew (and later tonight I realized I had skipped one or two). She's so curious about my past, Rachel is, and then she asked me to tell her about when she was a baby (she LOVES those stories, especially the one I told her tonight, about how Drew and I used to put glasses on her and lift her up and say, "Intellectual Baby!" for our own amusement, and she would have this tolerant little smile on her face as if she knew what we were up to).
I dropped her off at Madeline's with some homemade strawberry bread, then headed to the Metro. Ran into a colleague of mine from work and had a brief, nice chat and a pledge to get together for lunch soon. Then it was on to the restaurant...
Where we saw the most ADORABLE BABY, 8-week old William. His parents apologized for parking him next to us and we assured them that we have a child, too, and we're not so far removed form the baby days. Drew and I had a nice dinner, and then he left to pick up Rachel while I ordered dessert. William's parents graciously let me hold him and it was THE SWEETEST FEELING EVER, especially when he relaxed in my arms when I moved him from side to side, patted and then rubbed his back. Eventually he even fell asleep! In my arms, his little hand curled around my tricep, just like Rachel used to do! And it lasted until a @#! fire engine roared by and woke him up, but he still wasn't cranky. I had put him in his baby seat by then and he just looked at his dad while he (William) clutched his burp rag. Then I tore myself away and headed home.
I GOT A BABY TO FALL ASLEEP IN MY ARMS! Yeeeahhhh, I've still got it.
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