Tonight Kristin and I went out to celebrate the end of her working at Target.  To celebrate a new chapter in our lives again, and an excitement to see what’s going to happen.  We also went out to connect with each other.  It has felt like we have been living separate lives running as fast as we can in different directions and stopping only to sleep.  We also went out because we have a free babysitter once the boys are fed, bathed, read to, and asleep.  We went to our favorite sushi place for some sushi, fried rice and drinks.

You see that drink there on the left?  The fancy one with the orange slice and the cherry on top?  The one with the shaped whip cream topping?  Yeah, that one’s mine.  The beer is Kristin’s.  Go ahead, make fun of me.  I can drink a Guinness with the best of them, but sometimes I like a “fancy” drink.  And you know what?  I liked it.  I liked it and would have it again.  Even if Kristin made me take a picture of it to mock me.  I don’t care.  So what if my wife is sometimes tougher than me.  She still likes me.  So what if the waitress brought it to the table and tried to hand it to Kristin and I had to tell her that was mine and the beer was hers.  No big deal.

For those of you legally entitled to drink adult beverages responsibly and morally allow yourself to, which could be another post entirely, are you a fancy beverage drinker, or a straight forward beer type person?

Is that the longest run-on question you have ever read?

Last night Kristin and I had a date night planned. Nothing special, just a time to connect and refresh. With Kristin working now and me constantly running around, we have seen each other about forty-five minutes this week and needed that connecting time. We needed to talk about things that we haven’t been able to for a few weeks without being interrupted every three seconds by a tiny voice asking for something. Maybe even just going for coffee would work. It didn’t happen.

With a last minute babysitter cancelation, and lack of other baby sitting options it left us debating how to make a date happen. Kristin had heard of a “kid stop” sort of place, sort of like a day care. You take your kids there, they play, someone watches them and you give them money. We drove by it to check it out, both with a hint of skepticism. After a brief look at the place and the quick realization that it was going to cost even more, our date night turned into family night. Sub-par Mexican food and Super Target.

We walked almost every aisle in the store playing with different toys and answering, “no we can’t get that”. Bought some “Thomas The Train” underwear for a potty training three year old, and were home in time for bed time. Not exactly a reconnecting date night, but a fun night out as a family.