The Targo and I had our first date - post baby - a few weeks ago. One of his friends from college got married at - wait for it - the Sears Tower. It was gorgeous. The views were just phenomenal. I've lived in Chicago since 1999 and I'm still not tired of the views.
We got all dressed up and I wore make-up, which for me is lipgloss. Heh.
Nathan isn't sitting up by himself, really, but he's been "tripodding" for about 3 weeks. It's pretty cute watching him wobble like a drunken sailor.
The other day, I took Nathan to the little kid (soft-surface) park nearby. As I was walking in, a little girl and her mom held the gate for me and my monstrous stroller. I thought they closed the gate behind me. About 20 minutes later, a mom came up to me and said "Um yeah, when you came in you didn't close the gate behind you and my friend's son almost ran out into traffic." I was all "Omigosh. I'm really sorry, but I thought someone was behind me." After she rolled her eyes at me she said, "Yeah, well, it's kind of a rule." I managed to remain patient and said "I understand and thank you for letting me know." I was a touch annoyed by the dressing down, but what could I say because no, I didn't close the gate behind me. The Targo said I should have stood up for myself. I think she could have said something to me when I walked in. The playground wars begin!