Date Night

My husband and I date other people... our kids.

Once or twice a month, each child gets alone time with Mommy or Daddy.

Last week, it was Boyo's turn. Since every other sentence out of his mouth was "I no want you, Mommy!" or "Go away Mommy!" I decided we needed to spend some time alone together.

I took him to go see Puss in Boots. He was very excited to eat MnMs.

As the lights dimmed, he told me, "No worry Mommy. I make you safe." I melted into Momma-Goo on the spot.

And then he narrated every scene. "Lookit Mommy! I see the kitty! Lookit the Kitty! Its cute! Lookit, I see the sword! I want the sword! Lookit Mommy! What's the kitty doing? Why Mommy? Why it doing that?" and so on... at the top of his lungs. I alternated between laughing and shushing him.

And then, halfway through the movie, he climbed up on my lap, wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug. "Tighter, Mom," he ordered me when I hugged him back. "I lob you."

Tears threatened to spill over as I hugged him back tighter. When he decided the hug was over, he pushed my arms away, slid off my lap, walked over to the aisle and said, "I all done. Lets go home." Then he walked out of the theater, leaving me scrambling to catch up, with 30 minutes left of Puss.

Once I got him home, I noticed his face was covered in chocolate. And he told me I could take him on a date again where he "gets to eat lots of tons of mnms!"

Date Night

How can date night be awful and wonderful at the same time?

Saturday night my husband and I headed over to the Happiest Place on Earth. It took us over an hour to get inside -- and we live 10 miles away.

We went to the Blue Bayou and were told they were not taking "Walk -ins." The hostess said it disdainfully, like we were road kill. Road kill that smelled like sewage.

So we shrugged it off and decided to head over to the Golden Vine Winery in CA Adventure. On our way there, we were able to walk on to Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. Woohoo! I love that ride.

Space Mountain was closed. Sigh.

At the Golden Vine, we were told, "Oh, we aren't taking walk ups right now. We will be soon though."

My husband, a model of tact and decorum, respectfully said, "Great. When do you think that will be?"

The hostess smiled at us vacantly and said, "Around 11."

It was currently 7 pm.

I wanted to eat at a sit down restaurant at Disneyland as a special treat - not grabbing food from the diaper bag or a push cart, the way we normally do. So I did what any mature 30 year old would do when she found out she wasn't going to get her way: I sulked.

I was in a total funk. My husband knew to leave well enough alone, and he steered me over to California Screamin'.

After that roller coaster, I was in a much better mood. After all, how can you be angry when you have just been hurtled through the air at speeds of 60 mph?

We decided to leave Disney and go to the Olive Garden. As we left Disneyland, we heard two loud bangs. Sighing, we pulled into a parking lot to check our tires, certain we had just had a blow out.

Nope. The loud bangs we heard were the Disneyland fireworks going off (we're dumb, okay?). So we sat in the parking lot and had a front row seat for this:

And then we went to Olive Garden.