Maybe a month or so after Indy was born Kendrick and I went on a date to a very cool local restaurant, and noticed, at the next table over, a very cool dad holding his very cool baby and generally just hanging out with his friends and family. It was all very cool, and we said to each other that we hoped that we’d be parents like that, the kinds who are laid-back enough to just bring our son with us wherever we go.
Not so much.
We tried it a few times early on – going out to dinner at a “normal” restaurant at a “normal” time – and…let’s just say I can think of a few better ways to spend sixty bucks than spending an hour bouncing, not eating, and avoiding the withering and/or pitying stares of other diners. But on Friday night we gave it another shot, meeting friends for dinner at Felice…
and it was great.
And I understand that being able to enjoy (really enjoy) a full meal in a restaurant with a (nearly) seven-month-old is probably the exception rather than the rule, but still…
it made me feel tres French.
This, by the way, is the short rib and brisket burger at Felice, and is what I insist you get if you go there for dinner.
On Saturday, we started out at the playground…
…and then picked up the dogs, a whole bunch of delicious things, and a blanket, and headed off for a picnic in Central Park.
First family picnic! Just the best.
Sunday – my first Mother’s Day – began bright and early with a Bellini and an OK Magazine deposited into my lap while I was still in bed. Good man.
Here’s all three generations, out to brunch at 44 & X.
So that was quite the lovely weekend. I hope yours was wonderful, too!
