I LOVE date night. I also love my date every date night: Daniel-cakes.

Side note: Noah has gotten in the habit of referring to his daddy as a few names: Honey, Daniel, Honey-Daniel or Daddy ... the "cakes" nick name hasn't caught on yet with Noah. But interestingly enough, it HAS caught on with my mom. My mom no commonly refers to Daniel as "Cakes", my sister, Christina, calls him "Daniel-cakes" too .... and I love it.

OK, back to date night! I got a babysitter and we decided to finally see Avatar. When we saw the previews and all this hype about Avatar a few months ago, we were immediately turned off to the whole thing. I remember seeing a preview a few months back and afterwards I turned to Daniel and said, "Do you have any desire to see that movie?" and Daniel responded, "not really", so that was that ... until everyone we knew saw it and kept raving about it. SO ..... we finally went on date night and ... IT WAS AMAZING. It was inspiring, had a good plot, interesting, exciting, action-filled, great acting, and a good soundtrack. If you haven't seen it - check it out!



I lost a little steam on Thursday (see previous entry) and so Friday had to count. I had date night to look forward to and that was the thought that motivated me all day. I cleaned the whole house in preparation for the babystter coming, made dinner, bathed the boys and wanted to look like a knock-out when Daniel walked in the door from work.

When I said I cleaned the house, let me clarify ... I CLEANED the house. Not just picked it up, but: deep cleaned the bathroom (I was on hands and knees at one point swiping the pee spotted floor with disinfectant and a sponge ... boys ... sheesh), deep cleaned the kitchen, organized and vacuumed the office, cleaned and vacuumed the boys' room 3 times over (because they destroyed it several times throughout the day), dusted and vaccuumed the front room, did the same for our bedroom, cleaned and put away 3 loads of laundry ... OK OK, I think I've made my point. Anyway, it was nice to have purpose: date night.

The funniest part was that I wanted to look all cute and snazzy when Daniel got home and I think I did too. I got in some leggings and my brown boots and had on a cute long shirt and chain necklaces. I had done my hair earlier in the day and let it air dry all long and curly, then put it half up. Makeup and earrings and I was set! Then Daniel ran in the door, didn't give me a second glance and ran into our room to get dressed. I have to admit, I was a little disappointed in his lack of reaction.

Three minutes later he came out of our room in jeans, tshirt and Vans and all the wind was knocked out of my little get-up. So, I ran back into our room, undressed completely and threw on some jeans, tshirt, my Santa Cruz sweatshirt and some slip on Airwalks and came out and Daniel stopped dead in his tracks in the front room. He looked at me with big eyes and said, "Wow, look at you - looking all cute and sexy and stuff in you jeans!" .... I do not get him, but I love him.

Date night means talking in a quiet car ride and sometimes listening to the radio, quietly - ahhhhhhh. It means sitting in a restaurant and being served then walking away without having to do dishes - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It means never getting stepped on or smacked in the crotch or splattered or smeared with messy hands or faces - ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. It means snuggling and holding hands in a theatre and after the movie, knowing that we get to go home together and get in the same bed and fall asleep with your honey. And that's why I love date nights.