September 2, 2000 - Saturday
Today was Harry's mother's birthday and we went out to dinner: not the three of us, but the two of us. Harry's mother and I haven't been out to dinner alone since our evening at the bed & breakfast and that's the only other time since Harry's birth. Harry's Aunt and Uncle came up to the house for watch him while we were out and stayed for a DVD video after he had gone to bed. Harry still had his normal routine, just dinner and a bath from someone else. Reports from the evening suggested Harry didn't react much differently than usual. And, his mother and I had a very nice, somewhat French dinner.

For her birthday, Harry helped pick out a new apron for our country kitchen. Actually, he grabbed several in the store and I made the final choice, but Harry was right there testing the material for future tugging.


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