This is how thankful Joe is to his parents for watching Blake on Saturday night. Joe and I hadn't had a night out (with cocktails involved) since 2007. Yep. 2007. I'm not sure that Joe is still welcome at Molly Malone's or Wick's Pizza.
Little did Grandma know, this wouldn't be the last time she'd have a crying Blake in her arms. You see, our little man still refuses to take a bottle. The only thing that saved them on Saturday was a little bit of cereal...and it still wasn't pretty. Good thing grandma is a pro.
Thanks to Mark, who is on the phone with his wife as Joe booty dances with him, for staying out with us and helping me keep Joe out of trouble. It's a full time job.
The only picture of the night without Joe's tongue sticking out (must be a drunk thing).
Lucky us, this is what Blake looked like when we left and when we got home. He even slept until 7:20 the next morning. Love him so much. We all survived!Thank you, thank you, thank you Tom & Deb!
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