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... of (a final?) date night

Quinn and I used to do dates at least once a week. Before kids. Actually, before kids every night was like date night. Don't forget that, married people with no kids! Children are a blessing, but date nights every night with no need for a baby sitter is also a blessing.

Tomorrow, Chelsea is coming over in the afternoon. I've had a really hard time keeping up with Abram and giving him all of the attention that he needs and deserves recently. So he gets two special days this week: a Daddy day (yesterday) and a Chelsea day (tomorrow)! I have big plans to switch Abram's room and the work room in the next few days before Selah gets here and I'm hoping between Chelsea and I, we will be able to make significant headway tomorrow.

You see, Abram's room is right next to ours. This was great when he was two months old and since he's been an only child. We can hear him when he cries through the wall, even if we've forgotten to bring the monitor in from the living room for the night. This is not, however, the ideal place to have him when our room is about to have a (possibly) very loud newborn crying in it at all hours of the night. I want to get him as far away from that as possible so that we only have to deal with one awake child in the middle of the night.

Here is a really horrible map I made of the bedrooms in our house:

(The real reason I am including this, pretty pointless, graphic, is because there is nothing else to look at in this post).

So, as you can see, his room is right next to ours. If we switch his room and the work room, he will be all the way at the end of the hall. Then, when we decide to put Selah in her own room (probably around two months if all goes as well as with Abram), we can put her in the new work room and they will still have (kind of) a room between them.

In actuality, I know that they are just going to need to get used to sleeping through each other's cries. We are going on a big trip to visit family this fall and will eventually be moving to a situation where they probably won't have their own "space" like this. But we'll burn that bridge when we get there (as Quinn likes to say).

All this talk to crying newborns and lightly sleeping toddlers is making me really glad that Quinn and I are going to have a date night tomorrow!! It will, most likely, be the last one. Even if she goes all the way to her due date, I'm not sure we will be able to swing a sitter and get the timing right again in the next few weeks. So this is a pretty monumental occasion.

We are planning on going to see the movie "October Baby" and then maybe we will go out to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants in Georgetown that we haven't been able to go to in forever because it's too long of a trek to be able to get Abram into bed on time if we take him with us. It's only slightly ironic that the movie we are seeing on a date night to get away from the baby and before the other baby has "baby" in the title, because judging by the trailer there won't be too many actual babies in the movie. But it looks really good and we are excited to have a movie that we both want to see (that is a very, very, veeeerrrry rare occurrence in our relationship).

So, here's to date nights! And I will try to remember to bring the camera, or take pictures with my phone so that the occasion is at least mildly well documented for blogging and posterity purposes.

Friday is almost here! Yea!!!

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