Yesterday, we went out for dinner. Uh… not valentine’s day, but a friend’s son’s birthday party. I was a bit apprehensive about the whole thing, considering that it was bound to be noisy and I just hoped that when push came to shove, we wouldn’t end up being miserable ourselves and making everyone else miserable. On the other hand, Nisarga loves people, so he could also have a blast.
No such thing happened. Excited to be outside as always, the highlight for N was the enormous amount of time we spend waiting at one restaurant before giving up and moving to another and then waiting there. Lots of people, hyper excited kids to watch (his favourite kind of watching), many people coming to talk to him, one on one…. life was bliss. Once inside the restaurant, he rapidly lost interest and after unsuccessfully trying to get us to go out again, resigned into a fussy spell of muttering on my shoulder and drifted off to sleep. He slept so well in the racket that prevailed all around us, that I wondered if this was the same kid who wakes up at the slightest sound at home.
I guess the high energy kids wore him out. I put him in his pram, and nothing short of an earthquake would have got him up.
Anyway, the surprise that emerged was that Raka and I were at the same dinner table, joining a group with celebrations totally carefree. I had forgotten why I married this guy 😀