Three Day Weekend

Babysitter
Evan had his first non-family, non-friend, non-daycare babysitter last weekend. She is one of my bosses' 17 year old daughter, so not a complete stranger, but pretty close because we had never met her. She did a fine job. She seemed very comfortable with a strange kid in a strange house and was far less stressed than I was for her.

David and I are so lame though. We told her we'd be gone for about three hours. We went to (a very disappointing) lunch at Texas Roadhouse and then couldn't think of anything else to do. We ended up buying a new bed for Laika, some crafts at the craft store, some brewing supplies at the beer store and, our all time favorite, Meijer. Meijer was the first place I ever went alone without Evan. Did I mention how lame we are?

Anyway, the babysitter did fine and we've asked her back next weekend so we can go out for our anniversary. Hopefully we can think of something more exciting to do then.

Who needs a ball pit when you can spread the balls all over the floor?

Mellow Fellow
On Monday, we took Evan out and about on an unintended six hour trip. First we had lunch and he sat, like a big boy, in a high chair at the table with us. He flirted with all the ladies as they walked by and they all flirted back. Several people stopped to chat with him. He was perfectly cute.

After lunch, we visited the go-cart track so David could get in a race. We were there for quite a while and Evan sat on my lap watching the carts the whole time. Not a peep, not a squirm.

Then, we went to IKEA-- the real purpose of the trip. We shopped for kitchens, chatted with kitchen associates, browsed the funkiness that is IKEA and Evan just hung in the stroller or in our arms looking at things and chattering at people. For being so good, he got a worm rattle. IKEA baby toys are all so weird.

This is why we don't have a whole lot to do when we have a babysitter. He's very easy to take along. We feel so lucky that we got such a mellow kid-- especially since we're not exactly high strung people ourselves.

Worm rattle with an apple hat... of course.