We had a date. The best date ever.

Dear Isabella,

You and I went out for a little Sunday date. We weren't sure of what to do--your only "must do" was visit a toy store for Santa ideas.

We decided to hit up the outlet mall near our home. This place has it all--we were in girl heaven! Shopping, walking, eating some Dippin' Dots.

SO stinkin' cute!

After wandering around and not finding a lot to buy (we were just at the outlets on Friday) we thought we'd go to our first ever 3D movie--Puss in Boots.


We BOTH loved it! It was hilarious--we giggled, I would giggle, you would ask me what was funny (you know, it was one of those cartoon mommy/daddy humor bits that were snuck in), you kept leaning over and giving me kisses while whispering "I love you".

Pretty much it was a day for Mommy's heart to melt into a big sappy puddle. Go figure, I know.

We had so much fun. It's so rare that I get much one on one time with you, my first born. You were grinning and beaming ear to ear, your smile never wavered off of your face. For once you were the object--the only object--of my attention. You acted so much older and it made me realize how important it is for you and I to sneak off occasionally alone together.

When you're older and reading this, I want to thank you for being my date. I loved wearing silly 3D glasses with you, holding hands and giggling like we were sisters. I promise to try and sneak off with you for more dates in the future. I'm still trying to figure out this whole Mommy jig.

So for now we'll eat crazy ice cream, popcorn with butter and wash it all down with Diet Cokes. Because sometimes we I need to walk on the wild side of mommy life.

Love,
Your dorky Mom