Showing posts with label bathroom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bathroom. Show all posts

Sunday, July 13, 2008

A Long-Awaited Date Night

C and I went to NYC last night for a date night. Very overdue.

It was a pretty decadent date night, as a matter of fact, since we actually got to overnight in the city, using a gift certificate for the hotel. We stayed at the Four Seasons New York and had a wonderful room with a city view, 22nd floor. What amazes me is the massive closet they give you...a walk-in, complete with built-in drawers, places for shoes...and the bathroom. This is the size of our foyer in our house.

Let me take that back. it's bigger. And the bathtub fills in 60 seconds. Yes, I had to take a bath. I don't think I turned the water up all the way, but...it could do it. Very lovely.



C made 9pm reservations at Raoul's in SoHo. If you haven't been...go. We opted to wait 20 minutes when we got there to dine in the back garden area. You have to walk through the kitchen to get to the back room, then out, where they have three little tables outside. It was such a gorgeous night it wound up being the perfect choice.

This is a pretty accurate review from New York Magazine. You must, must get the Steak Au Poivre; unconditionally the best in the city, as far as I'm concerned.

We had a great, romantic night, full of conversation and catch-up and connecting.

Love you, C.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

O: Rock Operas in the Loo

Does anyone else's child do this?

O typically makes a potty stop post dinner...the sitting-down type of potty stop. We have a running joke that he's the fastest pooper in our town. He sits, he goes. Twice a day, at least.

Yet, he's in there for a good 10 minutes. Last night's scenario:

We hear him (behind the closed door, as he is insistent on "privacy") singing--in the style of fine rockers like Iggy Pop and assorted garage bands--as he puts it "rock and roll". No, he's actually singing the words "rock and roll" and should you peek in, you will see him in full air guitar...more like an acoustic approach, really...with his little bare tushie on the toilet, sitting on his green potty seat.

"You all done, bud?"

"No! Close the door!"

"Okay, let us know when you're done."

The remaining lyrics typically have something to do with what happened that day, what he just ate for dinner, or what is coming for dessert. Always in story format.

Normal? Hmm. Wouldn't trade it, though.