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Slumber parties and baby seats

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Yeah, so, this weekend will be my first time away from the Spawn.

Good buddies Katherine and Roger are getting hitched next month, and I’m going to her bachelorette party in wine country this weekend. Prediction #1: Drunken phone calls to mighty, mighty good man David in which I start crying about how much I miss our baby. Prediction #2: I will pass out in the backyard on a lawn chair or the lawn, leaving my air mattress open for any of the ladies to sleep on. You’re welcome, ladies.

So anyway, David has made a few trips for work since the Spawn was born. I, on the other hand, don’t travel for work, unless you count driving into Oakland every day traveling. Actually, now that I think about it, David hasn’t spent a night alone in our house since we moved in together in 2009. It’s not like I go to slumber parties or anything. When I travel, I’m traveling with him.

I’m sure he won’t spend his evenings drinking beer, eating popcorn and watching chick flicks On Demand. Or maybe he will, I don’t know everything about David. Sometimes he surprises me.

While I’m looking forward to my weekend with the ladies, I know that I will miss the little guy terribly. I see how much he misses David when he travels, but I also see how happy he gets when David comes home.

So, yeah, speaking of the little guy, we bought something really awesome for him and I want to share it with you guys (“you guys” = those of you who give a shit about baby things). The rest of you might want to move on to The Superficial now or the latest meme.

A few weeks ago we went to dinner at Chenery Park in our neighborhood. Every Tuesday night is kid night. They have a kids’ menu, and no one looks at you like your an asshole for bringing your kid into a restaurant. [If you have never eaten at Chenery Park, I highly recommend it. It’s delicious. If you hate kids, don’t go on Tuesdays.] Most of the time, the Spawn is really good in restaurants. I’m fully prepared to leave if he cries, but that hasn’t happened yet.

OK, here’s the cool thing: A couple was sitting next to us with their baby, and they had this chair for their kid that attaches to the table. It was really cool. You don’t have to ask for a high chair, and it puts the kid right at the table. We immediately got one for our kid, and we gave it a test run by going to brunch at Chop Bar in Oakland. If you get a chance, check out Chop Bar: really good food, affordable and tasty cocktails. Oh, and the seat worked great. See?

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The Boy loved seating in a seat that put him right at the table like us. We gave him some Cheerios, his sippy cup and some food off our plates (potatoes, avocado). He was stoked. Also, he was flirting with every waitress that walked by and a few customers. This kid is a serious flirt.

In other news, I’m super bummed about Melky Cabrera, and no I don’t want to talk about it.

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Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

3 thoughts on “Slumber parties and baby seats

  1. love the seat it will work well in Hawaii….also I am sad about Melky too! big disappointment!!!!

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  3. That’s excellent to use in restaurants, because most of the time in restaurants the high chairs are either dirty or have broken straps anyways 😦

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