(apparently, he doesn't like my blue berry pancakes. Rude.)
I wore one of mom's pretties (I love this orange silk dress. It's so comfy!) to a birthday party where Conrad ran around with lots of little guys his age and had a blast. Dustin stayed home and enjoyed an afternoon of silence. I came home from the party and was surprised with my favorite dessert, Creme brulee. He really sealed the deal by making it for me when we were dating. So good.
That man knows.
Our babysitter canceled Saturday, so we stayed home, had some wine, listened to this band, lit some candles, I sat on the counter and talked to Dustin while he cooked and it was a really restful evening. I offered to be his sou chef, but we tear each others heads off when we cook together. Or rather, I get in his way and he tears my heat off and I pout for the remainder of the evening. So, I just sit and sip my wine and tell him how hot he looks when he's cooking and every one's happy! I love these kind of date nights.
I walked in on snuggle fest 2010:
Last night I came into Conrad's room to join in on story time. I sat down on the floor of his room and laid my head on Dustin's shoulder. When Conrad realized I was laying there, he starts crying and hitting me. Dustin noticed what was going on and instead of saying something like, "It's OK, Mommy can read too! Don't cry!" He says,
"Babe, you're cramping our style....."
I get up, leave the room, and the crying stops. When the weekends come, the kid seriously doesn't know I exist, and If I start to exist, he just wants me to go away.... It's all good. I get it. Weekends are special because Dad's home. I actually find his reaction sort of endearing.
I also got to run with 10 fabulous ladies Saturday morning. I'm hoping these Saturday runs become a regular thing. There's something really special about woman getting together (and dumping our kids with the husbands!!). Running and spending time together really ministers to me a lot. We had a really wonderful weekend.