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Date Night

Date Night. Were there ever two sweeter words in the English language? Me thinks not. Not for tired parents anyway.

Look, I love my two little bugs to the moon and back, but sometimes I have to just get away. Preferably with Pierre (although a solo trip to Target is nice too!). Parenting is a tough job, so thank goodness my co-worker if such a hottie (Ha! Totally stole that from Pinterest). It’s fun to get dressed-up, go out, drink wine, and have an adult conversation without having to run interference or take someone to the potty every five minutes. Pierre and I have some of our best conversations during date nights. Often, we talk about the boys, but not always. And even talking about the boys is okay by me. We are out. Together. Alone.

I can always tell when the need for date night is looming. There’s a date night vibe. And it’s not a good kind of vibe. Think skies darkening, impending tornado kind of vibe. Precursor tremors to The Big One kind of vibe. Batten-down-the-hatches-there’s-a-storm-a-brewin’ kind of vibe. Yeah, you know what I’m saying. We need to get out when Pierre and I start being snippy with each other. When every conversation leads to misunderstandings, when a look ends up in a blow-up, when we just aren’t feeling it anymore – time for a date. Now, I’d say that our relationship is pretty even-keeled. We have ups and downs. But for the most part, we’re on the steady climb rather than the downwards slide. Sometimes though, life gets too busy, too stressful, too full of other stuff and we just can’t connect. Cue the date night! Is an evening out going to solve everything? No. But, it gives us the chance to take a breather. To look across the table and say, “Hey. I know you. You’re pretty cute. What are you doing later?” Life is nuts. End of story. And it is just going to get nuttier. I don’t want to wake-up beside Pierre in ten years from now and see a stranger in my bed (and by that I mean that Pierre has become the stranger, not that there is someone else in the bed – geez!). Date nights? They rock.

The hardest part? Finding the time to do them!

A few Saturdays ago (it has taken me that long to post this!) we went to Skippack Village for a little sans-kids time.  I LOVE Skippack Village. It is full of cute shops, great food and quaint fun.  We go often for date nights – and by often I mean not all that much, but it is my first choice – always!

We got all dressed up (cute strapless sundress? Yes, I think so!) and landed at the Village Wine Cellar for some pre-dinner wine tasting. We had never been before. Go on your next night out! In fact, go right now! We sat at their cozy little bar tasting a variety of tasty wines, and chatting. We even met another couple with two young kids. We traded stories and laughs. The cellar’s manager was lovely and personable. Oh, and we drank wine. Yummy wine. Made all the more delicious by having the time to sit and sip without fielding dropped forks, requests to play games on the Ipad and trips to the restroom. We even left with a bottle of the cellar’s Sauvignon Blanc. Perfect. 

After wine-tasting, Pierre and I made our way over the Bella Rossa at the Hotel Fiesole. There was a wedding at the hotel, and I couldn’t help but take peeks at the bride. Pierre and I have been married for almost ten years. Some days it seems like yesterday, others it feels so long ago that it never happened at all. Know what I mean?  In any case, the happy couple looked, well, happy. And after the wine tasting, so were we! The food at Bella Rossa was awesome. If you go, leave room for dessert and order the crêpes. So, so amazing. There are no words to describe how delicious they were. I dream about them. Not kidding.

And the best part? It was a date night! Pierre and I sat across the booth during dinner and looked at each other and talked. A little (lot) about the boys. A bunch about other stuff. And it didn’t really matter.  We sat, we talked, and we shared the last bite of crêpe. That’s gotta be love.

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Can you believe we needed a night away from these two? You bet!

We made our way home at the very late hour of 10 p.m. (don’t judge), and were met with the sweetest sight – two snuggly little boys, fast asleep in their beds. The next morning, the boys got an even sweeter sight: two happy and relaxed parents, ready to to tackle another day.

xo Naomi

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