Date Night

Feb. 25th, 2011 05:04 pm
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As I’ve said, I am fortunate to live with my in-laws. First, we get along. I’m not making this up simply because they can read this blog. It’s the truth. They welcomed me into their arms when I was their son’s first girlfriend and have never been anything but wonderful.

Anyhow, the advantage of living with my in-laws is that if schedules line up… I have a babysitter available. My mother in law offered to watch the kids on Sunday night, and we jumped at the chance. We decided that we wanted dinner, and I felt like having burgers.

We decided to give Five Guys Burgers a try. It’s relatively new in SoCal, and not exactly somewhere we can take the Little Kidlet (since they serve peanuts in open containers). I’d heard that sometimes the wait can be long, depending on when you get there (since it’s the same way at In-n-Out), but we apparently timed it well. We didn’t have to fight for a table, and our food was ready quickly.

They give it to you in a big greasy paper bag. I’d like to thank my friends who told us split an order of fries- the smaller size was plenty for the two of us. Don’t let the cup they put the fries in fool you, they tend to add plenty extra. We each got the Tiny (single patty) cheeseburgers- okay, I got a bacon cheeseburger, and dug in.

I’m not sure if it was the hype, or what, but it just didn’t live up to what I was expecting. Don’t get me wrong, it was a great burger, and certainly a million times better than what you can get at McDonalds or Burger King. But I didn’t feel like the beef itself was as flavorful as either In-n-Out or Fatburger (which are my two favorite fast food burgers). We’ll definitely go back- we had a great experience… but boy, this was a prime example of how hype can backfire.

Neat notes- they had a board which mentioned where their potatoes came from, which certainly was a nice reminder that the fries (like In-N-Out) are cut fresh.

Since getting burgers barely took up any time, we were trying to figure out what to do with the rest of our night. On the way to Five Guys, we’d passed a miniature golf course and I suggested we play- even though it was probably 55 degrees out. Which we did! And just like that, it went from a night out to a date night.

Back when TheBoy and I had first dated, he’d taken me a miniature golf course. I was unbelievably competitive, and while it was a fun date- I still remember with sadness that I lost. This time, it was probably what that first date should have been. We were simply enjoying the experience.

We were behind a large group of people- 6, to be exact. While this shouldn’t have been too bad, none of them seemed to be remotely good at playing miniature golf. I admit, I’m not so shabby at it. There was a miniature golf course in the town I grew up in, and usually any reward you’d get at school would be a free round of golf. And since I was usually on the honor roll and had perfect attendance, I got a lot of them. Also, other than the roller rink (which I knew the owners of), there really wasn’t much to do in town.

We had plenty of time to chat, hold hands, and do all the things that you don’t get to do after kids come into your lives. Don’t get me wrong, our dinner dates are wonderful- and we talk about everything on them. But this had that magic feeling that those early dates did, coupled with the comfort that you get from knowing someone so well. We had inside jokes to make this time, and there was nothing to prove.

The night ended with hot chocolate. Not a bad way to cap off the night, is it?

Originally published at American Whitney. You can comment here or there.

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I get migraines. My mom gets them, too.

The night before my wedding? I was curled up in a teeny ball because I had one, and right now I’m stuck in my bed with one. I’m sitting here with low light (a candle) and the brightness on the laptop cranked down.

I just wanted to put it on record that my husband (aka TheBoy) is amazing. I called him, freaking out because naturally, one never knows if these things linger- and there’s a birthday party tomorrow. He reassured me that he’ll make the food if he has to. I told my mother in law, who before shooing me back upstairs told me that they could cancel the party if I wanted. I said no, and she told me that they’d buy a cake to serve and we’d make a little cake out of rice for the little guy to eat, and for us to put a candle in.

Let me explain. I’m sure that sounds harsh and a little cruel to do to a kid on their birthday- but I’ve made all sorts of allergen-free cakes that everyone else deemed wonderful, and he wouldn’t eat. He’s not a fan of baked goods at all. It was just the one thing she could think of that we know he’ll eat that we could stick a candle in.

Now that I’ve shared how awesome my husband and mother in law are, I’m going lie down again. Boy does this bite.

Originally published at American Whitney. You can comment here or there.

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You know, nothing makes me laugh more than comment spam. Seriously! Sometimes it’s the typos, sometimes it’s that it was obviously translated from Russian to some other language and then English. But mostly, it’s that my blog has plenty of posts that these comments might apply to- but not on the post it was submitted on. Case in point, today’s gem:

Thank you for such a fantastic blog. Where else could one get this kind of info written in such an incite full way? I have a presentation that I am just now working on, and I have been looking for such information.

Barring the “incite full” typo… this could be a real comment! Except that this was posted on my post for Oven Fried Chicken. I suppose that someone could be doing a presentation on chicken recipes… but yeah. Not likely.

Yesterday was the 25th Anniversary of Super Mario Brothers (in addition to the birthday of TheBoy). There were plenty of tweets about it, but Wil Wheaton’s made me laugh. Then today, he blogged about a Twitter exchange that made it even better.

Now believe it or not, I started this blogpost to share that my oldest son is in preschool 5 days a week now! When we signed him up for preschool, we had him in for 3 days a week, half days. It boggles the mind that there are full day preschool classes, really.

But on Friday, I was told by his teacher that the preschool director wanted to talk to us. As we waited for her, I worried. Had they lost our check? What was wrong? Ultimately, it was that the teacher felt that Drake wasn’t ready for their pre-K class and they wanted to put him in a regular preschool class. When we were signing him up, I had been told that the pre-K class was for older children. I wasn’t told that essentially it was for the kids who’d already done preschool- so they knew letters, numbers… and could write already. So obviously, I agreed. Had I known that? I never would have put him in it.

He started with his new class yesterday, and seems to be doing well. The teacher seemed surprised he couldn’t use scissors. I explained that he hasn’t used scissors before, since he has a little brother who’s only 2 and both of them tend to do everything together. But she’s going to work with him and I’m going to get him some of those safety scissors that don’t cut anything, so we can practice at home.

Things sure have changed since I went to preschool. I don’t remember anyone expecting that I knew how to do anything, except sit still, play nicely and that I could use the bathroom!

Tomorrow: Summarizing the schedule. What it used to be and what it is now..

Originally published at American Whitney. You can comment here or there.


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