My Chubby Valentine...

Chris and I went out for a belated Valentine's day celebration on Thursday, and it was WONDERFUL! I honestly can't remember the last time Chris and I went out just the two of us. Bedrest kind of put the old kibosh on "dates" B.C. (before child), and A.D. (anno Domi) we just hadn't got around to it. We tried (and failed) to go over to my sister's to watch a movie once, but Domi woke up screaming his poor little head off, so we haven't really wanted to try again. (Not to mention we are away from him all day, I'm not totally anxious to be away from him at night too, but once in a while is ok.)
Anyway, we had a grand time, and Domi had not one but TWO tias to watch over him (and a prima to boot!). And although as we were walking down the hallway we could hear the familiar sound of Domi having woken up to find no warm boob or Daddy's warm arm to suck on (read unconsolable cries with salt tears running down his chubby cheeks), we were assured by all that this development had only started minutes before our arrival. So off to the bedroom to nurse and cuddle and cradle my sweet Valentine to sleep. What a nice day.