Ry and I had a day date this week.
An unplanned and unconventional day date. Filled with glamour and romance.
It all started on Monday afternoon when we both started feeling crummy, and was solidified on Monday night when we had matching garbage bag-lined garbage cans on both sides of our bed.
Somehow, we survived the night and when Camden woke up in the morning, I found myself having to change him on the ground. That boy thought it was a real hoot that I was trying to change him with my eyes closed and was repeatedly putting my head on the floor to rest.
Poor boy. He was so happy to see me and I wasn't exaaaactly reciprocating his elation.
My mom came to the rescue and took Cam for the day. Thank God, because seriously, there was no way in the hiz-ell that Ryan or I were capable of caring for our crazy-mobile baby boy.
So, our day date was full of a non-snuggly-party-on-the-couch, Ryan complaining it was too cold, me complaining it was too hot, sipping lots of Gatorade and Sprite, Dr. Oz, and very little actual talking to each other.
I told you - full of glamour and romance, people.
I decided it wasn't necessary to document our lovely day together. Instead, I'll share a picture of who you really want to see - and this pretty much sums up anyway.