Future goat riding

Last Saturday, our friends Ann and Raymond invited us to their place for dinner. We left Portland early, allowing time to stop and feed along the way in the event our little bean woke up fungry*. The car ride pretty much knocked him out though so we ended up arriving about half an hour before the agreed upon time. What else could we do but partake of a glass of champagne? Yum! Raymond had not met Henry yet and was great about letting us throw Henry in his direction while we concentrated on eating and checking out their digs. (The Crate & Barrel shelves in the living room look great and Raymond is a gifted furniture maker. Seriously.) Dinner was fantastic and dessert was apple-sugary bliss. Ann has either an innate gift for entertaining or she's been reading Martha Stewart because the table was beautifully laid with decorative plates, little presents, fresh flowers, and candles.

Henry was relatively quiet and cute. When his first outfit got a little too spit-laden, we changed him into his lamb pajamas before handing back to Raymond. He seemed to really enjoy the Diana Krall c.d. Ann had playing - she danced with him for a bit and he LOVED that - so guess what we'll be buying to play for him the next time he gets fussy. (iTunes makes it too easy.) We already knew that Raymond had goats but he told us they have little saddle-type things for when they take the goats backpacking and that once Henry was a touch older, we could bring him back over for some goat riding. Sweet. Can you imagine the scrapbook page I can make with that? 'Cuz I can and it's priceless.

*Fucking hungry