Date Night with Spit up on my Sleeve

That is my kind of night out.  As I was looking in the mirror right before my hubby and I walked out the door for our first time out without the little one I saw that I had a small trail of dried spit up on the red sleeve of my sweatshirt.  I considered changing, but then I thought,  no I think I would like to wear it.

This was just another moment that reminded me how going through such great lengths to have a child has completely changed my perspective.  Other people might groan and be upset that their child spit up on them again and they have to change to look presentable.  But not me.  I was happy to have this be a part of my outfit.  It was like a badge of honor.

My hubby and I had a great night out.  We saw the movie True Grit.  I highly recommend it.  And then we went out to dinner at a Thai restaurant.  We cleaned our plates which was just as well because we already had a doggie bag waiting for us at home.  (see the picture below)

This is my little guy in his pajama sack.  Some call them potato sacks, we prefer to call this one his "doggie bag".  They are great pjs because just one zip and you are done.  This is him first thing in the morning.