A shout out to Miss Julie

I wrapped up my weekend summary without mentioning how very cool Miss J is.

We went to dinner Saturday night at the Outback. Aidric wasn't happy unless someone was holding him. I called ahead for "call ahead" seating and mentioned that we would have three people plus one baby in a ar carrier who would need a sling (in this case, a glorified baggage holder for car seats).

Once we're seated, we're told there are no slings available. They offer us a high chair to put the car seat on, but being the overprotective first time parents we are, we think it's a little precarious. So we're holding A.

Mistah C takes A for a diaper change. Our waitress comes by to ask for the second or third time if we know what drinks we want yet. She's mildly huffy but still within the bounds of politeness. "Actually, we're still waiting on a sling," Miss Julie says, "since if we don't have a sling, then someone has to hold the baby and then they have no hands to eat with. So we'll be ready with our order after we get that sling."

I could have kissed her. It's exactly the kind of assertive statement with expectations made crystal clear the situation needed, and C and I were too tired to come up with expectations for anything.

Not long after that, a sling materialized. Of course, A was so fussy that he didn't want to be in the car carrier and we ended up hot potato-ing him through dinner, with Miss Julie holding him while C and I horsed down our entrees. She put him to sleep and we kept him asleep all the day home. But it was so nice for both of us to eat hot food, and it was so nice to have the baby sleep.