are we still friends?

We had a fabulous night away. We went to Park City and stayed in a lovely hotel. We ate at a restaurant that we would normally never afford, and then went to the grocery store (it was after 9 PM and we could go together!) for some snacks. We slept soundly and attempted to sleep in (8:00 counts, right?). We walked Main Street meandering in and out of the art galleries holding hands. We ate lunch at a pizza place that holds many memories for us from our dating days and talked without distractions or interruptions. I listened to my husband tell me memories of his mission and we talked about what the next year holds for us as a family. We did some light shopping (and didn't have to push a stroller) and I came home with a new birthday outfit. I brought my camera along with the intent to document the fun, but somehow it felt funny to haul the camera out to take a picture with me in front of my slice of tomato, pineapple, and onion pizza. We didn't even end up bringing the camera out with us, maybe because it filled our senses enough to just be together, or maybe because there weren't really a whole lot of opportunities. At any rate, below I give you the only two photos that were taken in that 22 hour time span. They give you a much better idea of what we are really like than a picture of us walking Main Street would have.

There was this long shawl-like thing on the end of the bed in the hotel. My husband was playing around with it and came over and wrapped it around me like I was an old woman with a shawl around her head. He then shoved a towel inside on my back and ordered me to hunch over. The look was complete when I obeyed his commands to stick a scrawny finger out. And this is how we entertained ourselves for quite sometime.

And then there is this one. If you don't think this is hysterical you probably wouldn't really like us (well at least not my husband) in real life. The thing is, J has a really, really entertaining sense of humor and he loves to make people laugh. He comes up with silly little remarks constantly and frequently surprises complete strangers (bank tellers, fast food window workers etc.) with funny things that come out of his mouth. I am always grateful when the stranger gets it and laughs because it is a little awkward to explain otherwise. Anyway. We bought some peaches at the store and ate them in the morning for breakfast. I didn't eat all of mine and stuck it on hand towel on the nightstand. Normal enough, right? Well then my husband saw it. I will admit that it looked totally disgusting if you didn't know what it was, but I would have never come up with the plan that he concocted. This is what he planned to leave for the housekeepers:
It is imperative that you click on the picture and read the note. So I thought it was hysterical, but I felt bad leaving it for other people to clean up. I ruined all the fun by throwing the "colon" away before we left, but I was worried that we might freak someone out. Probably we have freaked some of you out just by reading this, but if you know my husband you will think this is classic. He is just funny. 

Now, were those the pictures of our romantic get away that you were expecting?

anatomy of a date

Do you want to know what a perfect Friday night date looks like to me?

I'll show you.

It starts with my two favorite people. (And yes, we pretty much always take Baby G with us on our dates. We like him.) We go somewhere fun but not too pricey, like The Aquarium. Baby G and J are both pleased about all of the fish to view.

They are likewise pleased about the rays to pet (mostly Baby G was just pleased about the water to splash around in).

After more than our fair share of fun at the children's playland in The Aquarium we leave to get some food. But first we stop at the bank because being married means that it is okay (desirable even) to run errands while on dates-- it's called multi-tasking. While at the bank I peruse our "Enjoy the City" coupon book to find a place to go eat (another marriage perk? Coupons for dinner are completely allowed). J decides that it would be awesome to send the teller back some coupons for "Big Daddy's Pizza" in the little tube. We wrestle over the coupon book because I think that is embarrassing. We laugh and look ridiculous and the teller asks us if we are okay. J unhooks my fingers from the coupon book, rips 2 coupons out and sends them on their merry way to the bank teller. We drive away laughing our heads off. Hopefully she likes pizza from "Big Daddy." I'm still chuckling about it. Dinner at Chipotle.
Still can't get enough of the veggie burrito.

Dessert at Yogurt Stop because we had another coupon there (that's how we roll).

I adore this picture because Baby G is holding his "Twos" and that just makes me happy. In case you didn't read my last post, he calls anything like pencils, pens, scissors, spoons etc. a "two" because he wants two of them-- one in each hand.
After dessert we head home. Since it is a little past Baby G's bedtime he is more than ready to be asleep and isn't really patient about getting his diaper changed and pjs on. He just wants to be in the rocking chair going to sleep.

He is looking at the camera with the tired eyes of a baby thinking, "Daddy, please take the camera and leave so that Mama can put me to sleep." I also must note his "Gaygie." That is his blankie and he is in love with it. He will go get it when he is tired and bring it to me so that I will take him to bed. It is so endearing to me how much he loves going to bed when he is tired.
After a few minutes he looks like this and I turn on his heater, shut the door and leave. (As a sidenote: sometimes it amazes me that this little person just goes to sleep in this big dark room all alone and I shut the door and leave him there by himself all night long. Does anyone else think thoughts like that?)
At this time (it is about 8:00 PM) I go out to the living room where J greets me with a kiss and we are free to engage in whatever activities we choose for the rest of the night. (I'm not going there, are you?) It is like two dates for the price of one-- one with the baby and one with just my husband and me.

I'm telling you, this is the life.