Well, gotta say that went well. We got a few pictures together, some with just the baby, and some with me, w, her sister and our boy. We all had a GREAT time. Funny thing happened that has never happened before. S was a little scared at first with all of the attention from the photographer and everything and he just ran to me and hid between my legs. Odd thing is, his mom was standing right there and he ran to me instead. That has never, ever, ever, ever happened. I mean, it's not an "I win!" thing. Rather, it was more like "we've come a long way together - you and me, son". The rest was me and my w and SIL jumping around like a bunch of idiots trying to make the baby laugh and smile - the pics are going to look great when they are done.
At the end of the shoot we were all just hanging around our cars and I was holding the baby. I looked at my wife and her sister and said "believe it or not, as handsome as we look tonight - s and I don't have dates tonight and would love to take you two to dinner."
We went to a little pizza place that we all like near our house. Had a few cocktails and enjoyed each other and the baby. It was great food, great convo and great atmosphere.
After I got home wife texted me and said "Thanks". I said you're welcome - I had a great time hanging with everyone - you looked great for the pictures." A bit later she texted back "I'll be at the 9 AM church tomorrow". Now I have my moments when I am dumb as a bag of hair clippings, but was that an invite for church? I'll assume it was and pray that it wasn't the cabernet talking.
It was a good day. Rocked my son to sleep, read "If you give a mouse a cookie" for the millionth time. Laughed with son a bit - and put him down.
I'll soak this in so next time I can refer to it when I start freaking out.
