Last post 'til the New Year.

And it's a good one.

Because I'm going to share some fun memories with you.

From our date night!

Our overnight date night.

That's right. She who has never not been there when the little girl wakes up, that's me, decided to go with her handsome husband for a night away. I even left the giant purse with room for changes of clothes and wipes and crayons and snacks at home and took the swanky new itty bitty red number that Mom and Bob brought me from Florence. Stunning. Couldn't even fit my wallet, that's how dedicated I was to this date thing.

And we went far. All the way to Minneapolis.

But do you know what they have there?

The Melting Pot. 'Nuff said. Don't even need to link it.

Be'wiched, home of the best pastrami and coleslaw in the world.

And Nick and Eddie. Anyone who comes to visit us, ok, anyone who comes to visit us once this baby is no longer a baby and we are no longer getting the hang of it, is getting a trip to Nick and Eddie for the most amazing butterscotch pudding ever.

We literally finished up the sandwich at Be'wiched, then decided spur of the moment (thanks to my memorizing an article in the Star Tribune about the best local restaurants of 2007, which I thought it would take aeons to try out) to head over to Nick and Eddie. See how very saucy we are.

Best of all, we just hung out, the two of us. The old Ron and J.J., not worrying about naps or what to have for breakfast or how many stories to read or if we'll get home before a meltdown. Just hangin. Reading books, staying up, sleeping in. Well, ok, pregnant women don't really sleep in all that well, but I promise I at least did not get out of bed.

Thanks, Nana and Pappi, for those 24 hours of just the two of us.