We’ve been trying to go for our anniversary meal for a few weeks now. Each time we attempt it, just the two of us, something happens. There was the sudden ear ache incident with Little Z. Then there was a party we’d already planned to go to. Then there was the ultra clingy baby phase. Then there was the big family dinner that everyone had to go to. Then there was…etc. We’d almost given up on it when we finally found ourselves, last weekend, with a free afternoon with nothing suddenly popping up. We did have one child with ear ache still, and one baby that hated every human besides his immediate family. So it was decided, all of us would go. We WERE going to have this anniversary meal. So off we all piled into the car. One slightly miserable boy and one cranky baby that didn’t like being tied into his car seat.
Everyone cheered up eventually and we went into nostalgic mode explaining to them about how we got married all those years ago and what kind of days we had. Little Z couldn’t understand why we, or indeed anyone, would ever want to get married. He was also a bit non plussed when we showed him the university we went to, mostly responding with “Oh”, to be polite. He was slightly more taken with the huge Vimto bottle that stands on the university grounds. We chanced a Lebanese place which turned out to be lovely with all of us there, and it dawned on us after all this time that we graduated and got married on the same date, a few years apart.
We’ve found we’re rubbish at taking family photos. We don’t all look in the same direction and Little Z now hates taking photos so spends his time pulling faces and just generally doing anything to put us off. The baby isn’t bothered either way, so will oblige ocassionally and try to escape most of the time. The end result is usually a mish mash of good and bad but always makes us roll our eyes and even smile when we look back at them.
We still need a meal, just the two of us, but we may have inadvertently started a bit of a tradition. Two meals to mark the ocassion. One with the boys and a second without. I best tell the Other Half about our new thing.