Date Night

We'd been having a rough time last week.  Hannah had regressed to waking every two hours though the night, and was fighting going to sleep daily, along with general fussiness. (I'm chalking it all up to her shots she got the previous Friday)  So on Friday as soon as my mom got off work, I called and asked if she and my dad would be able to watch Hannah for a couple hours so Daniel and I could go on a date.  Our last date was a long time ago.

Saturday evening rolls around and I get Hannah ready to go have some Grandma and Grandpa time.  I send her off with a couple of bottles to hold her over till I'm back, and Daniel and I had the best date ever.

It may have just been a quick dinner at Arbys and a stroll through target, but it was so very nice to be out together. 

As a side note:

I have begun the great postpartum shed.  It is as nasty as I'd heard, and I thought I'd be lucky enough to avoid it since I'd made it almost 3 months without it occurring.  If I'm bald within a month, don't be surprised. Also,  it turns out Hannah's getting the worst of it.  She gets my hair stuck in her fingers (which then go straight to her mouth) in her neck, and I've even seen hairs in her diapers.  Not sure how that happens, but yuck.  Poor Girl.