Nothing Says Romance Like...

From Tim: Well, it's my turn to Blog again, and that usually means something dramatic is going on. It is 9:40 pm on our Anniversary Date Night and I am blogging instead of sipping wine and eating steak across the table from my blushing bride... so what happened?

Where do I start? We had plans for Sushi and a movie on Saturday, but the big dinner reservations were for Flemings (http://www.flemingssteakhouse.com/) on Sunday.


On Saturday we had a fun day at home and a repeat of last year's experience where our babysitter fell out by accidentally scheduling two families on the same day. Luckily Dexter came through for us and we were able to go out as planned. Just before we ran out the door we opened our gifts to each other, and they were both the same thing!



Today (Sunday) all we had to do was hang out at home, do some chores, run some errands, get dressed up, leave the kids with a sitter and go out to celebrate. The chores in the yard ended with pool time, since it was a bit muggy, and Kate was swimming like a champ. For some reason she liked Mommy more than Daddy, and at one point grabbed onto the side of the pool and went from one end to the other to be close to mommy. Then she said "Hi Edge.", "Bye, Bye Edge" and swam out to the middle of the pool to Jen.








At lunch Kate was getting cranky and started to complain about her leg, which she seemed to have hurt while playing in her room. When she woke up, not only did the leg still hurt, but now she had a fever too. Our little bundle of energy quickly became a couch potato, and the fever continued to rise.





Anyone who knows Kate would expect something was wrong seeing her sit quietly in one place for more than 2 minutes!

So, our dinner plans evaporated with the rising temperature of our first-born and we cancelled the sitter and the reservations. I fired up the grill, and Kate watched most of our DVR collection of Wallace and Grommit, Clifford the Dog, Veggie Tales and Blue's Clues without moving an inch.

We managed to pull off a dinner of Steak and peas, with a bottle of Oregon wine we imported on our last trip while consoling the distraught toddler.


Not the night we had planned, but Happy Anniversary Darling.