Since Little Miss was born, the Kid and I have been a little out of whack.
Part of it is because I spend more time alone with him and Little Miss than Sweet Husband does. I only have two hands and he's at a whiney age, which leads to a decent amount of raised voices and oh-my-gawd-I-want-to-slap-you-but-I-won't. In short, I'm the bad parent.
But I also think it's partly that the Kid and I are a lot alike. She's only three months old, but the more I hang out with Little Miss the more I realize that she is Sweet Husband's daughter--laid back, chill, happy to ride the wave of life.
And having her for comparison has made me realize that, the Kid? Well, he's mine. Super verbal, imaginative, somehow both easily frustrated and stubborn to a fault....sigh.
In any event, I was starting to feel sad about the constant conflict between us, so I decided to schedule a date night, just the two of us. I needed some time to just be happy with him.
We went for sushi, saw a local production of Alice in Wonderland, and topped the evening off with some fancy ice cream.
At first the Kid was sad that he couldn't have his train videos at the table at the sushi joint (a crutch Sweet Husband and I often rely on to facilitate adult conversation for dinners out), but once he realized that "date" meant that I was going to talk to him about whatever he wanted, it was all good.
The play was "a little scary", but the ice cream after was the best.
By circumstance of everything being closed, we ended up at a very grown-up restaurant for the Kid's promised ice cream. While there aren't really any restaurants in Lawrence that I wouldn't take the Kid to by day, at that time of night I was really nervous that we wouldn't necessarily be welcome.
But I had promised and our evening was going so well, so I took a deep breath and headed in.
Not only did they have a table for us right away, the owner himself brought the Kid his own "special water" (in a tea pot) to pour. Our waiter theatrically presented the Kid's ice cream, much to his delight, and the owner came out a second time to talk cartoons as he was eating it. (Local friends: 715. Go there. They're good people.)
It was the perfect ending to one of the best dates I've had in a really long time.