This weekend looked much, much different.
I managed to catch a fairly nasty head cold, so we cancelled all our plans with friends and decided to lay low on Saturday.
Laying low entailed going out to dinner at 4pm (yes - you read that right. It was still the afternoon. I'm pretty sure we ate even before all the senior citizens of America.) We headed to a little neighborhood joint, grabbed crab cake sandwiches and a pint/glass of wine.
Since we were done before 5:30 (!!!) we decided to go drive by a few houses we've been looking at. We were those creepy people staring at a house from a parked car, pointing and commenting on it while our baby slept in the backseat. After we saw one we really liked and the other that was far overpriced, we decided to head home. I mean, it was 6pm by this point, and getting far too late!
Once we were home, it was playtime! Henry rocked out to lullaby music and batted at his jungle friends, and the four-legged boys played tug of war with a bunny rabbit. Daddy moderated the batting practice and refereed the tug of war game while mommy snapped pics from the couch.
|Action shot of the moderation: you gotta hold the dog that's three times the size of the other back for fairness!|
7pm rolled around, so the bedtime routine started. Jammies, diaper change, bottle, bed. Once Lil' H was out, mommy and daddy poured themselves some adult beverages and binge-watched Orange Is The New Black until it was just past their bedtime.
That was our wild and crazy Saturday night as parents of an infant! It's pretty reflective of most our Saturday nights, in fact. And while I likely bored you to tears, I love our calm weekend nights, and would chose this lifestyle over last weekend time and time again!