Last night, we went out to dinner. All three of us. Mike has been reluctant to take Joey to a restaurant for fear he would start screaming and disturb the other diners. I can't say I blame him. It was a beautiful evening in Morro Bay, so when I got home early from work, I suggested that we all go out to dinner at a restaurant with outdoor seating. That way, if Joey freaked out, we wouldn't be disturbing anyone in the restaurant. Mike agreed, and we headed over to Chapala (the Mexican market/gas station, turned restaurant - and they still have the gas station). We ate chips with salsa and guacamole, drank a Corona, and made it almost all the way through our entrees before Joey even let out a peep. It was awesome. The company, the food, the view of the ocean. Awesome.
We came home, and Mike decided to run out to the video store and pick up some movies. When he got home, we put Joey to bed and watched a movie (only having to pause a couple of times in the first half hour to comfort the baby and get him to fall asleep).
We finally went to bed at 11:30 - much too late considering that Joey would probably be waking up at any time to eat or fuss. He woke up at 1:00. Ouch. I've been slowly starting to eliminate his nighttime feedings, but nursing him almost always puts him back to sleep. I was exhausted, so I gave in and got him out of bed to fed him. He ate for about 20 minutes, and settled right back down in his crib. I headed back to bed hoping I would fall right back to sleep since it's Joey's usual MO to wake up at 5am no matter what. That would leave me with 3.5 more hours of sleep. Well, 5:00 came and went, and no crying baby.
At about 6:30, I woke to the sounds of a happy baby in his crib. I couldn't believe it. First of all, he had slept in (yeah, it's sad that I think 6:30 is "sleeping in" these days, I know) and second, he wasn't screaming! He was cooing and laughing and entertaining himself. I couldn't belive it. It truly is moments like these that make it all worth it.