Date Night

You know you are parents of an infant when you have a date night and are home by 8:30. Seriously. Last night Grandma and Grandpa H. came over so Duane and I could go out and spend an evening together before I head to Boston for a conference next week. We went to an Irish pub near our house for dinner and thought we'd see a movie. The problem? We yawned all the way to dinner and when we realized the movie didn't start until 8:00, we thought we'd be "out too late." How pathetic are we? So after dinner we drove up High St. (my favorite cheap date), stopped at a bakery for coffee and dessert, and went home. Now in all fairness, we did stay up and finish a movie we had started the night before, but we were still in bed by 10:00. Just call us party animals!