Saturday was Jeff's last weekend of work, and while he was attending to the dermatological needs of Solon, Ohio, I was busy packing. With few toys left in our "Inn," the little lady orchestrated a morning of imaginary role play deciding that she would play, Mary, and the little man, Joseph. Listening in on their morning in "Nazareth," I was amused to hear the following, "Hurry Joe, we have to go to Bethlehem, get in the car" and "Mommy, we are watching UP on the way to Bethlehem!" Commited to her role as Mary, she spent the remainder of the morning drapped in accesory scarves.
In the afternoon, the older two accompanied Jeff to the U-Haul store for more packing supplies. Before returning home they made a pit stop at Mitchell's Ice Cream for their last licks of Mitchell's finest, Blue Cosmo ice cream with dinosaur sprinkles. At six o'clock our babysitter, Meg, arrived for Jeff and I to enjoy one last date night in Cleveland. Choosing a restaurant for our farewell dinner was not easy. If it would have been possible, I would have opted for a progressive dinner starting with the Soft Wedge salad at Crop Bistro, followed by Dante's Linguine alla Carbonara (perhaps the best pasta dish I've ever had the pleasure of eating), and ending at Fire for dessert. In the end, I chose Fire, the first restaurant we ate at after arriving in Shaker Heights, a poetic bookend to our time here. With June in tow, we made our way to Shaker Square praying the drive would soothe her into a state of sweet slumber. Soon after being seated, the littlest's eyes popped open and open they stayed. Apparently, nobody puts baby in the corner. With the littlest nestled in the crook of my left arm, Jeff and I enjoyed our last evening out, recalling the many blessings of the past year and anticipating all that is in store for our family as we transition back to Wisconsin.
This is what happens when a nursing session goes too long.
"What? You expected me to sleep during my big night out?!"
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