hot date

I may not have many or any talents but I am pretty skilled at texting sitters and asking if they are free to watch our docile pack of kittens. We've been so fortunate to find some truly amazing sitters here in St. Louis over the years. Simon and I try to go out on "dates" (I read somewhere that calling married dates, "date nights" is annoying? I don't know) because we are selfish and enjoy spending time alone away from the kids when Simon's schedule allows. We just aren't good about doing in-home "date nights" (sorry for those of you cringing as those words grate against your brain) and I'm a real pro at falling asleep seven minutes after we put the kids down anyway ... so! out of the house it is.

Because Simon is off this week ... I had the genius idea to go on a day date. The sitter availability stars aligned and we made it happen.

Does the black and white detract from the fact that we are in our nicer vehicle?

the minivan.

I thought it might.

We have some Christmas gift cards to use up before we move so we hit up a little breakfast where I was able to professionally photograph one of my favorite mediums ...

food.

(monte cristo french toast sandwich? and some sort of avocado hash situation which was SO good) ... I asked for half a cup of coffee not because I'm pregnant but I needed the other half of the mug to fill up with creamer and more creamer. And maybe a little bit more.

And an urban landscape that I imagine might've inspired even Ansel Adams himself to want to branch out of his usual naturescapes ...

thoughtful sigh.

We got my watch fixed after Phoebe all but killed it during one of her super adorable, "beat the watch against the floor until it breaks" imaginative play sessions.

and later indulged in one of my constant and kRaZy cravings (a lime refresher thing from Starbucks ... this baby is the highest of maintenance)

And then did one of my favorite and one of Simon's least favorite things ever ... shopped for new jeans for him. He ripped a hole in his only current pair (singular ... he likes variety). I'm always like, "you should try on the Slim Fits!" and he's like, "or maybe Loose Fit ... I read that Jncos are coming back in style ... "

I did convince him to paint on the slims ...

and he had much to say about them ...

"they're like a second skin"
"I would need a purse to wear with these because NOTHING would fit in my pockets"
"they leave nothing to the imagination ... completely inappropriate"

blah blah. I promised they would stretch out with some wear.

Cackle.

And of course we had our usual deep conversations about things like how to pronounce "bae" which I looked up (it's pronounced, "bay" in case you're part of the .02% of the population that wasn't aware) which made us curious about the exact definition (apparently it's an acronym for, "before anyone else") and found this fun bit of trivia ..

... consider your life richer from this day forward.

We also drove around and look at potential on-the-market competition for our house because we are super laid back and not neurotic ... at all.

Anyway, that pretty much sums up our 2.5 hour babymoon. Aren't you glad I brought you along for the retrospective ride? Sometimes it's fun to spoil you but don't get too accustomed to that caliber of fun.

Happy Thursday.
Go drink something fruity ... and caffeinated.