Ice Cream and More (and More, and More), Ice Cream

You've probably heard of Groupon.  Well, I had never used it before, but the other day I was on there and they had one where you could pay $15 and get a $30 groupon to Marble Slab.  Sounded like a good deal to me. 

As some of my long-time readers may have figured out, Monday night is date night.  :)  So we printed out our new groupon, dropped Bethany off with some friends, and we were on our way.  We got as far as the driveway, realized we had left the printout in the diaper bag, went back up to the friends' door, knocked, got the paper from the diaper bag, said good bye to Bethany again, and then we were really on our way.

We got there.  As we were placing our orders, the girl working there noticed the paper in my hand.  "Do you have the groupon?" she asked. 
"Yup."
"You have to use it all at once."
"Uh..."  All at once?  As in, $30 worth of ice cream all at once?  I started reading the fine print, and got prepared to be all indignant once I proved her wrong.  Huh.  It didn't say anything either way about using the $30 all in one shot.  Which means it didn't say anything about not having to use it all in one shot.  So much for proving her wrong.

So...

The good part is that they also sell ice cream by the litre to take home, as well as the stuff you eat in cones while you're there.  And the other (good?) part is that it's rather pricey, so it's actually not that hard to spend $30.  As well as our cones, we ended up with a litre of Sweet Cream and a litre of White Chocolate to take with us.  We decided to give one of them to our friends who were watching Bethany.

Now the other part about date night, (and the parents out there, especially the moms, will be able to relate to this), is that I have this strong, magnetic-like attachment to Bethany.  After I've been away from her for about an hour, I miss her like crazy and really want to get back to her.  But it's good for us both, all three of us actually, to get used to having a babysitter.  Date nights are important.  We need to not forget about our marriage in the midst of parenting.  In light of this, as we were walking out to our car in the parking lot, I was telling Phil mostly myself that Bethany was probably fine.  And besides, we had our cell phone.  So if they had any problems, they could have called us. 

Just as I was saying this I pulled the phone out of my pocket to show Phil myself that there hadn't been any...

3 Missed Alerts.

Oh.

Phil just started laughing, and continued kicking clumps of snow away from the wheel wells.  I read the texts in reverse order, which  I think makes it funnier.

8:22pm: "Kyle's rocking her... haha, turn taking.  she'll be good from here on out."

Well, that's good.  I was laughing too at this point.  I read the next one:

8:20pm: "She's fine now...falling asleep in her carseat." 

Fine now?  I wonder what the next one (first one) says.

8:16pm: "Bethanys not having the best time at our place.  I'm totally fine w it but she seems to b making strange..."

Well, as you've probably guessed, she was fine.  She was asleep in the car seat when we got back.  They said she had been happy for the first chunk of time.  After that I think she was just tired.  So, we were thanking them and getting ready to go, and they casually threw in, "Oh, and she rolled over."

!!

Now, I saw Bethany do this twice one day a few weeks ago but not since, and so far Phil has never seen it.   We'll have to "practice" today, (how do you do that, exactly?), and maybe I'll get her to do it and then she can show Phil when he gets home.  But of course, things don't usually work out just how you want them to like that.  Anyways, he'll see it eventually. 

So that was date night.  Our ice cream-filled date night.  This morning we were going to go swimming, but Bethany's napping now and swimming ends at 11:00.  So I guess we'll stay home today and swim on Thursday. 

Now I'm off to boil carrots to turn into baby food.  But that's a story for another post!