Rigby wants attention, too.Maddie is definitely teething. She is drooling like crazy and always has a hand in her mouth (except in this picture, of course). Today she started grabbing things and pulling them toward her face, so I think in a day or two she is going to be chewing on everything she can get her hands on. Time to start refrigerating the teething toys.

Maddie has a follow-up appointment with Dr. Lung tomorrow, so Mike and I have been preparing questions for her. We’ll get results back from some of the tests that were run, although not the Cystic Fibrosis test, since that takes a couple weeks. We really want to know what her plan is for Maddie. How often will she want to see her? When will she decide if Maddie has BPD or chILD? If she DOES think it’s chILD, when will the lung biopsy be scheduled, what is involved, and what is the recovery like? And then there are the simple things, like, what can we do to make things easier for Maddie? We give her breathing treatments, but what else can we do? Every question brings new questions. Any of you have questions? Our appointment is at 12:30 PDT, so leave your question in the comments before then. All of you amazing readers have brought up points that I never would have thought about.

Mike and I had date night! My mom came to our place to watch Maddie while Mike and I got all spiffed up to have an adult night (well, late afternoon/early evening) on the town. We did a little shopping (where I bought a $150 dress for only $62), grabbed a drink at an honest-to-goodness bar, went to a movie (“Baby Mama,” which was cute and surprisingly sweet), and had dinner at one of our favorite fish restaurants. It was so nice to go out with just Mike. We haven’t had a night out since…gosh, I think our anniversary in December. While that was nice, Maddie was still in the NICU so we couldn’t really let loose.

During dinner, Mike and I talked about how I never notice celebrities anymore. He was certain I was sitting next to Anthony Michael Hall at the bar while we waited for our table (and, sidebar, now that I looked up a recent picture of him on the internets, I totally was). Towards the end of our meal, Mike took a trip to the bathroom, and came back to the table with a big grin and announced gleefully, “I just peed next to Hulk Hogan. He stood in the mirror for a while and fix his bandanna and giant belt buckle, and didn’t wash his hands!” We started discussing what the gossip blogs were saying about The Hulk’s divorce when suddenly, he appeared and sat down at the table next to us.

The first thing that caught my attention was his outfit. He was wearing a tight black shirt with sparkles. Sparkles! To quote Mike again, “the sparkles were pretty subtle. You wouldn’t notice them in bad lighting.” We watch too many fashion TV shows around here. He was also wearing tight jeans, big running shoes, and, of course, the signature bandanna, which was turquoise tonight. The second thing that caught my attention was the woman next to him. Mike was sure it was his daughter, but I’ve watched many episodes of “Hogan Knows Best,” and had to disagree (I was on bed rest, do NOT make fun of me). It was definitely his new girlfriend, who looks frighteningly similar to his daughter.

We did our best to ignore them during the rest of our dinner, but it was hard. Our waiter came rushing over to our table, leaned in and said, “I don’t know if y’all noticed, but THE HULKSTER is sitting next to you!!!” I almost died laughing. The waiter was so excited!!! Such a Kenneth. All the waiters were very attentive to The Hulk, which slowed down our service, but since it was so amusing we didn’t mind. When The Hulk started eating bread, Mike and I kept muttering under our breath, “he didn’t wash his hands!” We started taking bets on what he would order for dinner. I thought he’d get something healthy, like steamed fish, but Mike went big and predicted steak and lobster. Alas, we left before their entrees came out, so we’ll never know what exactly fueled all his Hulky blondness.

We drove home giggling about how our dinner turned into a Twitter live blog of Hulk Hogan’s night at the Fish Company. Who knew we frequented a place with so many low-level celebrities? I hope I didn’t hurt Anthony Michael Hall’s feelings by not tracking his every move. I’m sorry, Farmer Ted! Here’s $70 and a pair of girl’s underpants to make it up to you.