I'm So Lame

Today my former babysitting employers paid for Avram and I to go on a date while they babysat our kids. Heaven, right?

It was fun. We went to the Olive Garden, and enjoyed their salad and breadsticks (both getting the ceasar dressing, of course). For the first time in years we had a waiter that we could truly rave about. It was very pleasant. Although they had told us to stay out, and they'd put our kids to bed in their guest bedroom, I just couldn't do it. Avram suggested a couple of places we could go, but I don't enjoy browsing socially at bookstores and the like. And we hadn't previously planned any other activity, like going to the movies. I don't even know what movies are playing, and haven't for years.

So....we went and got the kids. I'm so lame. They were really surprised to see us so early. After all, this was the first date we had without our kids since, since Elisheva was just a dream in my eyes (or since Summer of 2007 for the boring/practical readers like myself). And it's not like I was worried about our kids - honestly I didn't even think about them really while we were gone. All I can come up with is that I'm lame. I've forgotten how to date.

We're planning to switch off for babysitting with other families in the ward once a month, and so I need to re-learn how to date. Of course, as I'll soon get to with my Saga writing, Avram and I have never been large daters. Even when we were officially dating we would often go out to eat, and then go for a long walk together afterwards. One Sunday we walked over ten miles around Provo (and went into parts I'd never seen before, and haven't found since. It was twilight Provo, do-do-do-do to creepy music Provo). So, I guess what we really should have done was driven to the local park and taken a walk. Of course, now that sounds like a great idea, and I'm wishing we'd really done it. Too late. I'm lame.

(See, I don't like seeing movies, because they don't feel social to me. I like going to concerts or plays, though. And I like connecting, by talking, or being romantic. I also love dressing up. I wish I owned more formals, and places to wear them to, for that matter.)

So, my dear readers, please tell me how not to be lame.

Oh, and on the romance front, our Valentine's Day dinner went well. Lydia did start screaming in the middle of our appetizer, and finally Avram went up to see what was wrong while I assembled our entree. He found Lydia standing in Elisheva's crib, without out a stich on, including her diaper gone, screaming for all she was worth, while por Elisheva lay there, still trying to sleep, crying with her eyes closed. Avram took Lydia out, dressed her and read to her, and I came up and fed Elisheva again, and then we re-put them to bed, where they actually went to sleep that time. Sadly though in all of this our asparagus got a little overcooked and wimpy. Otherwise the dinner was great.