As Brian and I sat in our home office yesterday afternoon with our oldest whining about something (probably about the TV) and our little one running around like a screaming banshee, my poor husband attempted to tell me the same sentence a few times—only to lose his concentration (or mine) in the throes of chaos. He finally blurted out, “We need a date night!”
And he was sooooo right.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit of a clothes horse. I love the look and feel of a well-tailored dress. I walk taller (literally) in a cute pair of platform heels. I search far and wide until I find the right accessories. I may or may not sniff a new handbag after I purchase it just to take in that “new bag” smell.
But, we’re also on a bit of a fixed income. We have two kids in diapers, my husband is in the military, and I’m a stay-at-home mom.
You can do the math.
When the afternoon begins with a professional hair and makeup artist and a photographer at the front door, you know it’s going to be a fun day.
It all began yesterday at noon when über talented hair and makeup artist Mandy McKenna showed up with her 100 pound magic kit.
It’s been such an exciting week over here in my little “corner” of the web. I went to a few parties, even.
(Cough) Twitter parties. (Cough)
Okay, I lied. I didn’t even go to those. I’m still not 100% sure what they even are to be honest.
But, I thought it would be fun to share my week in pictures. Because, believe it or not, someone as asocial as me still does have an opportunity or two to find some fun things to photograph.
Such as this…
As you may have already gathered, my husband is in the military — the Air Force to be exact. But we currently live on an Army Post in Leavenworth, Kansas.
Yup. THAT Leavenworth.
I knew nothing about Leavenworth when we moved here except that they had some prisons — both a federal one and the military one on post. Also, I knew that we were probably as far away from a beach as you can get in the good ‘ole U.S. of A. Unless you enjoy waterless beaches, which I do not. And after his time in the Middle East, neither does my husband.
I have learned in the course of nearly one year here that Leavenworth is actually a lovely town with awesome antique stores, friendly people, a dentist’s office I want to visit daily, and at least one extra-attentive Parking Enforcement Officer.
I’m not bitter…
I know I’ve mentioned before that we party like rock stars on our weekly date night, but it never ceases to amaze me how relaxing a trip to Chipotle, Target, Barnes & Noble, or the proctologist can be when no children are FREAKING OUT in your ear because they ran out of milk.
(Did she just say proctologist?)
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Date night has changed since we had kids.
Before JJ was born in 2010, Brian and I went to concerts, ate expensive meals and stayed out until at least 11 p.m. We didn’t have a set day or time for our dates; we just went when and where the mood led us.
I know, we party hard.
Like the Puritans.