Lazy, Icky Saturday

J still isn’t sleeping well — I suspect because he’s still working on his first tooth, and the second appears to be close behind. And so, last night I was awoken at 3:30 a.m. … and we were up until 5:30, when he finally fell back to sleep. But I think D was actually the one who stayed up with the baby last night — I don’t remember because I felt so awful. I had a very queasy stomach (hangover-esque, but not a hangover) and simply couldn’t find the strength to stand up and rock J for more than a few minutes at a time.

Well, eventually we were all back in bed, but 8:30 rolled around and I wasn’t feeling any better. Still the queasy stomach, but I was also just exhausted. I fed the baby but could not get myself out of bed. Finally at 11:30, D convinced me to get up. I started to feel like I had overslept, and I hoped that getting up and showering, moving around, and eating something would help my stomach settle. We had lunch (after I fed the baby again, of course), and then we decided to take the baby to the park to swing.

Turns out, J wasn’t in a very good mood, either.

baby crying in the swingClearly the park wasn’t a great choice.

We came home and put the baby down for a (much needed) nap, and I was still feeling queasy. We lounged in the living room and watched a movie, and called our (new) friends and the babysitter to cancel our double-date plans (which I’m super sad about — but we’ll reschedule).

D was sweet enough to go to the store and get me some soup and Pepto Bismol, so hopefully that will help my stomach a bit. Unfortunately, while he was gone, the baby spit up quite a lot — I hope he’s not sick, too.

I’m still not feeling well (in case that wasn’t obvious with the pity party post), and I’m glad it’s a Saturday, so I’ve been able to relax, but I was really hoping to get some things done around the house today.

In other news, I’ve been trying to make some cosmetic improvements around the house. I replaced all the brass door knobs with brushed nickel ones, and I’m planning to paint soon — gotta get rid of this nasty yellow beige that we’ve had since we moved in. (Currently, the only room in the house that I’m actually pretty pleased with color-wise is the freshly painted nursery.) But I’m finding that picking out paint colors is way more difficult than it seems like it should be. I want something bright and happy without being too bright, warm without being dark, neutral without being the same color as my couches. So I’m working on calling in some help — my interior decorator cousin. Hope she’s able to come up with some ideas!

Date Night Success!

D’s parents came to visit this weekend. It was a nice visit — always nice to have grandparents in town to love on my little boy! Plus, they graciously volunteered to babysit while D and I went out for a date night on Saturday! (Thank you!)

After our last somewhat failed date night, we decided that this time we would wait until after squirt was in bed before going out. We all went out for Mexican, where we learned that he loves lemon! Crazy, huh? I’d take it away and he would cry until I gave it back to him. I hope lemon is safe for babies to suck on…

After dinner, I put the baby through his bedtime routine — book, breast, bed — before D and I headed out. It helped tremendously to get him settled before leaving — I was much less worried about getting back at a reasonable hour for J’s sake since he was already asleep for the night (at least, as far as I knew).

Since the baby had had his bedtime meal, I knew he wouldn’t be eating again until 7:30 a.m. so I felt comfortable having a drink. D and I went to a nearby pub before heading over to the theatre. We sat out on the porch as the sun began to set and had a nice, relaxing conversation over a delicious cocktail. And we didn’t even talk about the baby very much!

Then we went to see Brave — Pixar’s newest film. It was very cute and the animation gorgeous (as always), though I wouldn’t rate it as highly as many of their other films. Not to go off on too much of a tangent, but I felt like this one was a little less easy to identify with — and it has nothing to do with the lead character being female. I kept thinking throughout the film that “if I were the mother of a teenage girl, this would really resonate” — or even “if I were still a teenage girl, this would resonate” — but why did I feel the need to be in the exact same situation as these characters in order to identify with them, whereas I’ve never had any trouble identifying with Andy in Toy Story, the old man in Up, or even the robot Wall-E, to name a few? Seems like Brave captured fewer universal truths and tapped the heart of human emotion less than Pixar films usually do. At least for me.

Anyway, after the movie, we headed back home and arrived at about 11:45. D’s parents reported that the baby had woken up and they had a lot of trouble getting him back to sleep. I was sorry to hear that — I had really hoped he’d stay down for the night. But I appreciate that they allowed us an undisturbed night out as a couple. Besides, they were able to get him back down eventually, so I wasn’t worried about the fact that I wasn’t here to comfort him. J and I are very attached to each other, but I think it’s good to have some time away as well.

All that to say, I feel like last night was a major success (at least for me and D — sorry, grandparents!). I hope that we’re able to have a post-bedtime date night again in the near future. We’re definitely planning to go see The Dark Knight Rises in IMAX if we can find a sitter (any takers?), and I think it might be fun to go see an improv show in town some time. Any other date night ideas we might consider?

The Trouble With Date Nights

D and I celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary this week, and to celebrate, we dropped the baby off with my sister and went to dinner — just the two of us.

The food was delicious, and we took our time. We even had dessert (homemade s’mores gelato!), but dinner was over surprisingly quickly… And we were back to pick up the baby after just two hours. He didn’t even get a chance to drink his bottle.

This isn’t the first time we’ve left the baby with a sitter, and it’s not that I was worried about the baby… we’re just having trouble finding things to do on our date nights. Dinner alone just isn’t cutting it. Next time, we’re hoping to have a whole night’s worth of activities planned — but other than going to see a movie, what is there to do?

Any advice on how to make the most of our babyless nights out on the town?