And by "going on a date," I mean, we're going to see a weekend matinee.
I know this may sound ultra lame for a 23-year-old/26-year-old couple, but seriously, this is the first time we're going to do something together without the baby (it's been almost six months,) so it's a little overdue.
Z will stay with his weektime babysitter while we're gone, so it shouldn't be traumatic for him in the least.
But of course, I'm already feeling guilty, even though I know I shouldn't; I just hate being away from him during the week so much that I avoid being away from him on the weekends at all.
On a less overreacting mom note, it looks like there might be a couple of teeth getting ready to bust out of Z's lower gums.
Also, Z had peas for the first time during lunch, which is his first green veggie.
I foresee green poop in my near future.
(Z was passed out in my lap as I typed this.)
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