It's been a while since my husband & I have gone out alone together. We have this great Irish pub we love. Since I was dying for a hamburger I convinced my husband to ask his mom to babysit so we could go out to dinner. Alone. Just the two of us.
Well we are really not go at doing that! At Boo's therapy he mentions to her OT that we are going to this Pub. She loves that place, so next thing we know.....
Sitting at the bar and Boo's therapist walks in. Not just one of them either...five of them! We had a great time. It was cool because we didn't focus on Boo (other than how cute she is). We talked about their lives, what was going on in one of the other therapists lives, their crazy parents, everything under the sun.
I always joke that since Boo has been going to this center since she was 3m old, we are no longer patients but family.
Last night proved it :)