First Babysitter

It had to happen. Rob and I decided our anniversary would be as good a time as any to leave Harry with a babysitter for the first time. So we called up Grandma and Grandpa, left them with a bunch of instructions and contingency plans, which was met with a lot of eye-rolling from them. ("Crystal, you're alive aren't you? I think we can handle it.") Then we headed out for dinner and a concert. By the second glass of wine, Rob and I were fine.
When we got home at 1 a.m., we convinced Grandma and Grandpa that the best Harry time is around 5 a.m. when he wakes up and wants to play for an hour. They agreed to get up with him. (SCORE!) You can see in this photo how awake Harry is and how NOT awake Grandpa is at 5 a.m.

1 comment:

Heather said...

Yay! I'm so happy you had a fun date and that everyone survived the experience.