Roll on Tide

Okay, so typically parents do not go out at 7:30 PM on a week night and take their 19 1/2 month old wild child and their 6 week old gassy bottomed baby. However, who said my husband and I are typical. We are certainly not nor have we ever made such claims to normalcy. I'm on maternity leave, so I expect to be invited out during the weeknight and I will be in attendance unless I am dying. So what did we do? Where did we go? We went to our good friend's house to watch the Alabama Crimson Tide roll over the Fighting Irish Notre Dame. At least, that's what  I think happened.
Traveling with a wee little one makes one the life of the party. Everyone wanted to crowd me and take my little bambino or rough house with my toddler and for this, I was happy to oblige. It only took about an hour and a half of arriving, one bottle of mommy's boob juice, two poop explosions (and I mean explosions), and a glass of wine to give up mommy responsibility for a little bit. So off the baby went into some strangers arms. No, I didn't know her personally, but I sure as h-e-double hockey sticks (l l) made sure that she washed her hands. God forbid this lady passed on Ebola to my chunky size-two-diaper-wearing-six-week-old. Some people may sneer that I passed along my kiddo to someone I never met before, but those people probably don't have two children nor like to drink wine like myself. Have you ever tried to have a glass of wine while feeding a baby a bottle? It's impossible, unless you grow extra arms. Anyways, the stranger was great. She actually gave my husband, who had rescued her from the atrocities of a bad paint job in her new home, a bottle of single malt scotch/whiskey, Can we say yummy and I wish to god I wasn't breastfeeding so I could get my hands on a glass of that yummy, golden, deliciousness? Well okay, she was a stranger to me, but my hubsters had known her for a while and truth be told, any friend of the host and hostess is going to be a friend of mine. I mean, come on parents, this is where you go to a mixer to get the oodles and oodles of free baby sitters and their services. I mean who can resist my nineteen month old wild child or my butterball baby? I certainly can't!