TRS: Just Call Me Mister Date

Thanks to everyone who offered their feedback on the new layout. A special thanks goes out to Chag, who exchanged a bunch of emails with me on Sunday (his birthday, no less) debating aesthetics and implementations.

I will say that I was somewhat surprised by the critical nature of a number of the comments. I know I asked for honesty and everything, but realistically I didn't throw together what I thought was a crappy design. I thought it looked pretty good.

Anyhow.

I think the new background is less striking, and should blend in with the white sections more easily. And, I was never in love with the banner, so I resurrected the laughing munchkin for the time being (although slightly different itself) until I can find something that appeals to me more. I added the full title to the banner since some thought the logo was confusing. (But the logo stays. I like it. Ditto for the outlined headings.)

Those of you on feeds may want to stop by and see the changes.

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No Sleep Till Brooklyn by Beastie Boys

Saturday morning, the munchkin came into our bedroom at 5:30am and asked, "Daddy, after music class, can we please go to [favourite breakfast place] for breakfast?"

I think I muttered something quasi-intelligent about getting breakfast before class and suggested she go back to bed, at which point I heard MTM yell from the munchkin's room, "She's not going back to sleep. She's been wide awake since five."

Thanks sweetie. Love you too.

So after an hour of using the electronic babysitter a Dora DVD in our bedroom while I phased in and out of consciousness, I got up, showered, and took her out to breakfast for a daddy-daughter date:


When we arrived, they offered her a highchair. Her response? "No sank you. I have a pwoblem wiff highchairs and my big boots." They were rolling on the floor laughing.

We had a nice breakfast. We chatted, and shared meals, and just hung out. At one point she snuggled into me (without a highchair we were seated side by side in a booth) and I told her I liked her snuggles. She replied, "Daddy, someone left a puddle on the seat."

Sure enough, there was a puddle on the seat (that I had checked for cleanliness prior to putting her down, thankyouverymuch). It was apple juice from her cup. However, even after I wiped it up, she refused to sit near it.

We eventually made it to music class:


The munchkin enjoyed the smoothie MTM made her for lunch that day as well:


So, why am I Mr. Date? Because aside from the Daddy-daughter date that morning, my in-laws came over to watch the munchkin while MTM and I went out for our first date in almost a year (seriously). Of course, since my in-laws are crazy old people "concerned about nighttime travel" we had to hit the 4pm show (Juno - meh, with a side of "nice soundtrack") and grab a quick dinner (MTM's favourite: Swiss Chalet - the restaurant with three things on the menu that don't make me puke... See how nice a date I am? I always let my ladies choose the restaurant, even if it's a bad one.)

Sunday morning, the munchkin got me out of bed shortly before 6am. This time I just gave up and got up.

The bulk of the day was spent indoors. We hung out, played, and I made a batch of soup (perfect for a cold winter day).

The munchkin (and her doll) also typed an email to her cousins:


All in all, a pretty good weekend. I mean, how many guys had two dates on Saturday?

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For those interested, I have a new Daditorial up as well where I look at a three parent embryo.