When I was younger and my siblings or I wanted something that my mom didn't agree with, she'd refer to herself as the "Ogre Mother" that didn't let us do/have that thing we demanded. Years later, now that I'm a mom...I went to see an ogre last night. Does that make me an ogre mother? Maybe not unless you count the part about stepping out for 5 hours sans baby. It was probably more traumatic for me than for him--that's a long time away from my little buddy!
Steve and I were graciously treated to dinner and a show, Shrek the Musical, with family and friends. I stuffed myself into some of my pre-baby wardrobe (which seems smaller than I remember) and off we went, leaving Clark in the very capable hands of some friends.
Dinner was fabulous, the show was witty, and Steve couldn't take his eyes off me the whole night. We had a great time!












