Cityretreat

So we're out to dinner Tuesday night - our favorite Cuban place (Cafe LaGuardia) - and arrive much too late for a school night. It is nearly 9pm and the place is PACKED. There is a live Cuban band and a wait for a table. While slightly surprising for a Tuesday night, not totally unheard of. This place isn't afraid to pack 'em in and is so busyon the weekends, that pre-baby, we'd end up having far too many margs while waiting at the bar for our table to even remember that we ate dinner...but now I'm just teasing myself with memories.

The band is dangerously close to bringing down the house. There are two birthday parties, an 80+ year old man dancing with a waitress, and the music was really good.

So good in fact, that baby S got a little spirited too. I've said for awhile that it's been a dance marathon down below. Baby is always doing a jig - or so I thought. Nope, that was all just warm up for the show last night.

He was seriously busting a move!

And I couldn't stop laughing. The band would go on break, things would quiet down. Singers get back on their mics, baby S gets his groove on. A week or two ago the weekly update said babes would be able to hear outside noise and appreciate music. I guess we know we're on to something here. He is a rock star in training.

Or he simply hates Cuban food.