So, I know that the whole concept of #DaddyWrite is that
Ellie's the star and I am a simple co-pilot along for the ride. Realistically no one cares what I have to say
about myself, right? It's all about the
cute baby and her experiences being taken care of by me while her mommy is away
at work each day. #MissingMommy? Well, there are times when I am going to veer
slightly off target and away from that mission statement. Why, you may ask? Well, because part of being a dad, a
stay-at-home dad to boot, is to basically keep yourself mentally healthy by any
means necessary. To me, that means
making sure I'm staying engaged with my daughter which normally results in me
saying (or singing) a lot of silly things to her. Still, there are times when being at home all
day (every day) with a baby can be a bit much.
Those are the times when baby-free adventures are required. Luckily for me, Bethany and I had the
opportunity to take part in one such baby-free adventure this weekend.
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| Seems clear to me. |
On Friday evening, Bethany's work hosted their annual
Christmas party extravaganza. I'm
talking fancy meal, dancing, dress clothes (suit and tie even), the whole nine
yards. Now, if you know me well at all,
it is extremely unlikely that I'm ever sporting anything other than a t-shirt
and jeans. Ok, I may occasionally bust
out a button-up shirt for church but that's about it. So you know it's a nice shin-dig if I'm
dressing up is the point that I'm trying to make here. Now, you're probably thinking, "Uh,
what'd you do with the baby?".
Well, simple. We called in
reinforcements in the form of our friends, Tabi and Malachi, to be on baby duty
for the night. See, simple solution for
everyone. :)
So, after Bethany and I were dressed and ready to go, we hopped
in the car, and headed downtown. This
even had always been held at the Sheraton Hotel in the past but was being held
in a new location this year; the Midland Theater. Not a movie theater, but a fancy-to-do
concert hall. I'm talking busts of angels
and gargoyles everywhere. Fancy ceilings
with Cistine Chapel-like paintings (including one that looks an awful lot like
one angel backhanding another angel). To
put it simply, ornate across the board.
When we arrived, the first thing we do is get our formal picture taken
in front of the golden rain background by the nice man in the red blazer. Of course, I will "Earl Hickey"
(the act of closing my eyes) in pictures from time-to-time, so the poor guy had
to take seven shots. Perhaps, the
company was paying him per picture. I
don't know.
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| Random tidbit...this is a tribute to 'Forrest Gump' |
Following that, we headed inside of meet up at a table with
some of Bethany's work friends. Now, I
actually always enjoy these events. Not
only do I get a chance to spend time with some of my wife's close friends (I
like them as well), but we get a good meal to boot. Prime rib, mashed potatoes, green beans,
salad. All tasty. Now, the music for the evening was to be
provided by the group ranked as the #1 wedding band in the city by Yelp. Needless to say, expectations were high. By the time the group finished their first
song, I came to a two-pronged realization.
Number one, KC must not have very many wedding bands if this one was the
best. In fact, I'm pretty sure that they
permanently ruined 'ABC' by the Jackson Five for me. Number two, I really should have brought my
ear plugs because the volume was turned so loud I thought my ears would never
cease ringing (Get off my lawn?). Side
note, I don't actually know the name of this band so I'm just going to call them,
um, call them 'The Rowdy Burns Experience' (If you get that reference, please
let me know because you're officially awesome).
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| Don't worry Adam. You're still the greatest wedding singer ever. |
After four hours of fun, we were officially ready to get
home and check on our baby. Of course,
she couldn't have been in better hands.
Tabi and Malachi had held her, played with her, and watched 'Star Trek'
with her until she fell asleep. Bethany
and I were officially thankful for having such close friends that we could ask
them to watch our baby (and our Netflix) without even feeling guilty about
it. Sometimes, a night out is all you
need to just refresh, recharge, and get ready for another week of child rearing
activities. #DaddyWrite
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| See, even Capt. Kirk needs some time sans baby. |
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