Lucy and I went out to dinner on Saturday night to Mexicali, a hip Mexican joint in Studio City. We went here on our first date years ago, and now were making our triumphant return with the baby we have since created.
Below I compare our first date to our first date with a baby.
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First Date: We looked longingly into each others eyes.
First Date (with Baby): One of us was staring at Babs the entire time.
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First Date: I may have thrown up before, due to nerves.
First Date (with Baby): I had a spit-up rag in my hand at all times.
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First Date: We sat at the bar, drinking many very chilly drinks.
First Date (with Baby): We sat outside near a heating lamp, split a margarita, and Babs had warm milk.
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First Date: I went back to my car because I had forgotten my wallet.
First Date (with Baby): I went back to my car because I had to change a diaper.
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First Date: We talked about our families.
First Date (with Baby): We have a family.
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First Date: I had spiky hair, vanilla white skin, and I wore cologne.
First Date (with Baby): I have spiky hair, vanilla white skin, and I wore diaper rash cream.
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First Date: I thought at one point, “Lucy would make a great mom.”
First Date (with Baby): I thought, “Lucy is a great mom.”
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First Date: We stayed at the restaurant until midnight.
First Date (with Baby): Made it home by 8:14PM. That’s a late night.
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First Date: I brought baby wipes.
First Date (with Baby): I brought baby wipes.
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All you experienced parents out there, leave a comment about what else changes when you go out on the town with your kids.