Date Night
Tonight Josh and I had our first “date night” since Jude was born nearly 14 months ago. Connie, one of Josh’s youth group girls who graduated last year, offered to watch him for us, so we took her up on it!
I dropped Jude off at Connie’s house at around 4pm. I got back to our place at 4:30, and much to my dismay, Josh was still on the conference call he had started before I left with Jude. He finished up about 10 minutes later, and while he got showered, I read a book. Well, not the whole book, but like, three chapters, uninterrupted. Once Josh got cleaned up, we hung around the house for a bit, then we headed out for dinner at Bazil (the old Fire Grill… man, I miss that place). For the first time in nearly 14 months, I was able to eat slowly and enjoy my food. Josh had a glass of wine (oh yeah, we totally crashed our diet today), and we both had dessert. It was really lovely. We were able to talk and breathe and enjoy each other’s company. I was so relaxed that I was even able to take note of some of the HORRIBLE outfits the other patrons were sporting. Now, I’m not a fashion guru, but let me tell you, even I knew those outfits were B.A.D. bad. I just don’t know what some people are thinking.
After dinner, Josh and I picked Jude up at Connie’s place. Connie had taken Jude to So. Abington park to play at the splash park. They had a great time. While they were there, they came across a group of people from some new church in Dunmore that was having a picnic or something. Anyway, a crazy old lady from the group tried to force-feed my son orange drink. (Now, I have my own “orange drink story,” Dr. Jennifer…ugh.) Connie did a great job of warding her off, but man, how crazy is that? I wish I was there… I would have love have put the smack-down on the crazy old bat. I’m feeling feisty tonight.
I really thought Jude was going to crash as soon as we got home, but I was wrong. He nursed for just a little bit, and then he wanted to play. I took some time to use the bathroom while he was playing, and by the time I can out he had fallen asleep. On his bedroom floor. Without the aid of a boob in his mouth. And he didn’t cry.
Josh was so happy. He picked the boy up and sat down in the glider and just rocked and rocked with him. I got one picture before the batteries in the camera died. Now the boy is lying next to me, conked out. He had a busy day, and so did we. Goodnight, all!