FINE dining is no fun when the baby needs to sleep.
I had secured a table at the renowned Rhu restaurant before we arrived.
A beautiful sunset provided a gorgeous backdrop to what was to be a delicious, decadent evening of indulgence.
At about 7pm, we headed there with her night feed in hand.
Usually after her eight ounces, Z pops off to dreamland.
But not this time.
She fussed and she moaned.
She just wanted to be in bed.
But luckily, it didn't take us long to polish off our meal.
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