Date Night: Remember Those?

We got a babysitter. An actual babysitter. For the first time since Sophie learned to walk, Marcus and I went to dinner like real adults who remember how to have conversations about things other than Sesame Street characters and sleep schedules.

Date Night: Remember Those?

I put on a dress that doesn’t have mysterious stains on it and actual shoes that aren’t sneakers. Marcus wore a shirt with buttons. We sat at a table where no one threw food on the floor and we ordered wine without checking if anyone needed a diaper change first.

The funniest part? Marcus kept cutting his food into tiny pieces out of habit, and I caught myself saying “good job” when he finished his salad. Two years of toddler parenting has rewired our brains. But hey, we made it through appetizers without anyone crying (including us), so I’m calling it a win.

Sophie was apparently an angel for the sitter. Of course she was. Save all the attitude for mommy and daddy, kid.