Date Nights

dinner {here}/grand chapiteau {here}

As much as we love ooohing and ahhing over Baby Bean's every move and breath,

we realize the importance of doing some moving and breathing of our own. 

Here's where the weekly date night enters in.  

Sometimes it's a movie. or dinner. or drinks. or having fifty insect-costumed Cirque du Soleil performers literally blow your mind.

Thursday evening, I ooohed-ahhhed-gasped-clapped-my-hands-like-a-giddy-schoolboy throughout the entire 2 hour show.  

I also whispered to Daniel {throughout the entire 2 hour show}, "I can't wait to bring Josiah to things like this."

classic mama talk moment right there. 

I didn't mean like bring him to date night "this". 

I mean bring him to cool general every day life "this's", 

so he can clap his hands like a giddy schoolboy.

'Cause date night is for me and the hubs. 

and red skinny jeans.  

P.S. and my new favorite headbands {here}

xoxo

{Bon Bon}