The Night Is Young, But I Am Not

Zach and I were given the wonderful opportunity to go away together for a few days this weekend. My wonderful in-laws watched Baby M, and Zach and I packed ourselves up in a miraculous 30 minutes and headed off to sunny San Diego. We spent the day at Sea World, staring in pity at the poor parents who had to deal with stroller parking and sit through the Elmo show. We enjoyed Cirque de la Mare and the Blue Horizons show and stared at Beluga whales and turtles. After checking into our hotel we headed for an awesome dinner at Bandu, a Persian restaurant in the Gaslamp district. My meal could have fed a family of four! The portions were huge and the food was awesome! We enjoyed chicken and ground beef kebabs with rice and grilled tomatoes. There was not a splotch of pureed squash to be found! Around nine o' clock we headed back to our car, watching the city wake up around us; clubs were filling, restaurants were in full swing. The night was young and the town was ours for the taking! I was wearing cute shoes that just begged to be shown off. So we promptly headed back to our hotel room and fell asleep.

So... maybe it wasn't the most exciting get-away. We didn't stay out late or take in San Diego's vibrant night life. We slept a lot. We ate a lot. And we talked a lot- about things other than chores and the baby. We laughed and ate and drank on our own schedule. We held hands and didn't have to worry about who had what - the diaper bag or the baby. We enjoyed being married and being friends. And best of all, we missed our son. We reconnected and are hopefully better parents for it. A wise friend once told me that instead of revolving your life around your baby, you simply have to include your baby into your existing life. Our two has become three, and the occasional-wonderful-necessary getaway makes you appreciate this all the more.