Six days after the end of vacation, the third day of Kindergarten, hump day... our ninth anniversary. We had no big plans, and with a new, over tired, and cranky Kindergartner with a raging ear infection we did very little.
I suggested we might get a sitter and go out, but B looked me like I was crazy.
I found a card I had made several years ago that seemed fitting enough and wrote something nice. I put it out before breakfast. B slipped away in the afternoon, after we brought T home from his well-child visit and ear check, and ran to Sam's club and CVS. He came home with two bouquets of flowers and a card. I owe B some biscotti.
We had dinner on the deck: pepper New York strip steaks from Publix (B told me not to buy meat again, or to only get steaks at the butcher), oiled and salted red potato's, and a mixed salad with lime oil and peach balsamic vinegar vinaigrette, and an Oregon Zinfendel. B had also stopped at Brewster's ice cream and brought home three kids sundaes.
Saturday we tried to go to breakfast, but T was acting up and we had to cancel. Instead, and perhaps better, we went to the paint your own pottery place in the afternoon. The 9th anniversary gift is traditionally pottery, or leather for modern times. Going to one of these places for a date was a suggestion I'd read, and it appealed to me, as this is something we have done with T a number times and he enjoys it.
T didn't want his photo taken so no amount of joking would get him to look up and smile. He didn't nap and was quite tired, almost spacy, though he enjoyed painting camouflage on the tank he chose. It was the most sophisticated painting I had done with him since I started bringing him here two years or more ago. We brought drinks with us to make it even more fun. B and I both painted mugs - he did stripes, I tried to do a stone wear effect.
It was a nice afternoon event that melded into evening, and we headed to the pasta restaurant for dinner before walking home. Since we got there later than we normally do with T, there was more 'mood' lighting, which, despite T's presence and B's stress about getting him home, and my stress to try and have a nice time, was rather romantic. The food was good at any rate, and the walk home nice.