As You Wish

Last night I actually felt like Rodney was my husband instead of co-parent to my child or helper in my daily affairs. Thanks to Michael, Erin, and Yuri (who stayed with Will) we went to a Nickel Creek concert (which was amazing). And, as we were waiting outside the Pageant (way cool venue- last night was my first experience) in the cool evening air, we actually cuddled. What began as a practical way to stay warm and do something as we stood waiting for our friends, became a good old-fashioned lovers' moment. It had become apparent in that little outdoor hug, that I had forgotten the goose bumps that Rodney used to give me. Instead of a lingering hug in the kitchen, lately our interactions consist of requests and occasional notices: "hey, can you...," "the lightbulb in the hallway...," "this Wednesday I have..." Basically I'm Robin Wright Penn and Rodney is my Wesley. Except, he most often turns into "inconceivable" guy after the barrage of requests and wishes he could poison my glass of cheap wine.

We have always tried to make 'date night' a priority ever since we got married (this coming summer will be 7 years), but it's gotten kind of rare. And when it does happen, it often turns out to be Rodney reading while I do a crossword puzzle to a few lit candles and 2 glasses of the aforementioned cheap wine. I decided right then and there, outside of the Pageant, that we needed a REAL date night. Complete with a babysitter. Who knows about the practicality of this, because honestly, where would the money come from for a babysitter AND a night out (those of you with parents or in-laws in town to watch your kiddos, be very thankful). But, I've been pleasantly surprised at the recent response for a babysitter request on Monday nights until Rodney is done with his class in Greenville. Also, our friends, Amy and Jimmy (parents of 1 yr. old twins) have recently set up a babysitting-exchange of sorts. Maybe the idea isn't too far fetched afterall. Perhaps it's worth getting something arranged for a weekly date so that we can "remember Rio".

remember Rio?


Onto an anectdote from last night. So, as we were walking out of the house I asked Rodney: "I don't need anything for tonight, do I?" I really didn't want to take a purse, so I just grabbed my keys and cell phone. Turns out I truly did need my wallet because they were carding people (duh) to be in the sections where alcohol was served, which I initially didn't think was a problem, except that I really wanted a beer. So, I got a huge red X marked on my hand:

huge red X


And entered with my friends (all of whom remembered their IDs). Then, we tried to go upstairs where our seats were and the stupid little 18 yr. old bouncer said to me: "No minors upstairs." Ahem. I'M 29, YOU IDIOT!*$$#$%%!! Of course I didn't say that, I was just so embarrassed. The good thing is we had some time before the show started and Rodney (Wesley) drove home to get my ID so I could be an adult with the rest of the group.

As soon as he got back, I showed my "beer ticket" at the door and got a few black stamps over the huge red X. Upon getting upstairs I promptly walked over to the bar and bought a beer. I'm sure someday I'll be excited when others think I'm a minor. But for now, I'm glad to have access to the "grown-up" areas. Funny: Brent and Susan told me I should show them my cesarean scar. Surely only adults can have babies- especially via c-section. Hah.

I'll leave you with a tooth (teeth) picture of Will. I can't believe he has 2 teeth already.