There's like a whole separate world that exists after the sun goes down that does not involve potty breaks and crying babies. People eat leisurely dinners by candlelight, sip martinis, listen to music, look at the stars. I had forgotten that.
Our life is never quite boring, but it is pathetically routine. You can find us starting bedtime for the girls by 6 pm most nights. A wild time in our house involves a drink and some Netflix.
So it's pretty amazing that we were out after dark not one, but two nights over the weekend.
We started things off with a picnic on Friday afternoon...
Then we went to the Lowell Folk Festival Friday night where we...gasp...stayed out till after the sun went down.
I was too busy having fun to take any pictures, but the girls were great. We ate some delicious food, Maddie danced to some drums, Vivi discovered that dogs exist (she does not like them), and we walked around our old stomping grounds.
On Saturday, we drove up to York Beach, Maine for one of Eric's concerts. We ate seafood, rode carousels, stared at the ocean, and...gasp...stayed out past dark for the second night in a row. It was such a gorgeous night, and again, the girls were great.
And hey, they even slept in till 8 this morning after their wild nights out on the town. Pretty good.