On Saturday Erik and I celebrated our 6th anniversary (whose symbol is candy, by the way; my kind of anniversary!). We went out to dinner at a fancy restaurant downtown, the kind that serves several "gifts from the chef", like mozzarella stuffed squash blossoms and goat cheese filled puff pastry. It was the kind of food that a wanna be chef gets really excited about. The restaurant was in an old historic hotel and the dining room was done in Art Deco. We got all dressed up, got a baby sitter for only the second time, and got to take our time with the meal. At one point Erik said, "So what should we talk about since we don't have to be playing tag team with a toddler at dinner time?"But in the end, there is nothing like coming home, having your little girl run to you yelling "Mama, Mama!" and run her hands through your hair as she gives you a hug. We decided it was one of our best anniversaries, but there's also no substitute for having dinner with a child, having to show your elbow to a giggling toddler for the millionth time.
