Saturday, December 6, 2008

Floating On

Mom and Dad watched the girls tonight so that Andrew and I could go on a date.  I am so lame when it comes to staying out late that when we were leaving, two shuffling old couples, on a double date came strolling in and I was thinking, Isn't it late for them to be going out to dinner?  It was 6:45.

I'm so into our little routine, that not only do the girls morph into monsters if they don't eat dinner promptly at 5pm, but I'm beginning to get that way, too.  We went to pick up the girls and Andrew decided to have some (more) dessert and I was like, "What are you doing?  Its 7:30!  Its way past their bedtime.  We need to get home!"  Okay Freakazoid.  Then I put Cecilia in the car, buckled her up, leaned in for a kiss, only to hear, "Mommy your uh idiot."  Nice.  Its really hard not to just get all juvenile and retaliate with, "Oh yeah - well you're a poopin' pants."  But I know where that would lead, so I bite my tongue and smile and say, "You sweetie pie."  Smooch.

3 comments:

Fran said...

I picked up reading your blog from an email you sent sharon and it is truly a highlight to read. It is even bookmarked. Well done! Sharon and I went to see a movie a few weeks ago and we left the kids with my mom who was visiting and it seemed so decadent. There was a through the looking glass quality to being out and about without finn-o and the bean. I came away from it knowing we need more dates.

Brittany Dunn said...

Wow! Thanks so much, Fran! I'm so psyched that you and Sharon read it! That is so flattering coming from a couple that I admire so much that I sometimes think about how great it would be if I had mini, talking statuettes (golden ones) of you and Sharon so that in trying times, I could ask my spiritual idols, "What would you do?" And you guys would have some witty and prolific retort. Plus, then we could hang out more.

Brittany Dunn said...

Oh yeah - and you definitely need more dates. We've been going out about once every other week, but I'm pushing for once/week. Doesn't my cousin have the babysitter hooks? She knows everyone in Ft. Collins, so I'd think she would know at least 1 good babysitter. Nothing beats a grannysitter, though. No worries when you leave the kiddies with the granny nanny.