Going out

Last night Eric and I had the rare opportunity to go out on a date. Well...a date is sort of stretching it. My boss was being honored so we were able to attend the event. But really, it is the closest to a date that we often get these days. After all, if I can leave the house without food, drool or spit up on my clothes, I feel pretty lucky. It was actually the first "date" we had been on since before Liam was in the hospital. Our friends, the Hendersons, graciously watched Liam for us while we went out.

Proof that we own clean clothes!

After we returned home and settled in for the night, Liam started crying in his crib hysterically, which he rarely ever does. We tried to let him settle down on his own, but after we went to go check on him it became apparent that we wasn't going to. We think he is teething (he still doesn't have even one pearly white). However, we have been convinced since he was about four months old that every time he spews fountains of drool and is cranky that he is just about to pop a tooth. Alas, no tooth. However, last night he started one of those dry coughs that woke him up periodically. As a mom, it is like hearing nails on a chalkboard every time your baby coughs and there is nothing you can do!

But this morning, he woke up just as happy as can be. Knowing how much we use the teething excuse as a scape goat for Liam's off moods, it would be ironic if one morning he woke up after a perfectly peaceful night of sleep with a mouth full of teeth!

"What!? I kept mom and dad up until 2 am AND was ready for play at 5 am. Who isn't?"