Five years of marriage

Saturday was Mr. Doodlebug and my fifth anniversary. We spent Friday night at Mr. D's parents' house and then left baby Doodle there while we took the train to New York for a brief anniversary trip. We arrived and went straight to TKTS to buy half price tickets to Avenue Q on Broadway. Then we went to our hotel, changed our clothes and checked our bags (our room wasn't ready yet it was still morning when we arrived). I mentioned that it was our fifth anniversary and the clerk said they'd put something nice in our room for us.

Then we had some of the best pizza I've ever tasted. I've always been a huge fan of thin crust, greasy, cheesy New York pizza so we stopped at a small pizza shop and ate three gigantic slices between us. My favorite of the three had portabello mushrooms, large thin slices of tomotoes and globs of fresh pesto. The other two had a mix of vegetables (peppers, onions, tomatoes, olives) and spinach. Because it was our anniversary I thought we should have some wine with lunch. We shared an airplane size bottle of Bolla white wine in clear plastic cups -- all class.

We went to the show, which was hilarious, well worth the half price tickets. We walked over to the Waldorf because my friend's uncle works there and we thought we'd say hello and maybe get a tour, but he got off at 3:00 and we were there around 4:45. We went to the hotel to check into our room and there was a complimentary happy hour going on. While Mr. D checked us in I grabbed a glass of white wine and started enjoying the perks of this awesome hotel -- 70 Park Avenue. We went up to our room (wine in tow) and there was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice and a plate with fresh fruit (thinly sliced apples, pears and strawberries), cheeses (brie, goat and gouda) and crackers. Though we had dinner reservations at 6:45 we decided to pop the champagne and gorge on the food.

We walked the twenty blocks to the restuarant where we shared another bottle of white wine -- an Argentinian Sauvignon Blanc, better than the Bolla at the pizza shop. We walked back to the hotel (we had to go back instead of out to a bar or for coffee because I felt extremely full and quite drunk -- not that being drunk would stop me from going out for more drinks). I had to lay down promptly upon entering the hotel room. I was asleep by 9:45, sorry Mr. D.

The next morning was relaxing despite my slight hang over. I took an Advil, layed in the tub for a while, then got ready to meet our friend for breakfast at a nearby restaurant. Our friend was the third person in our trianglular friendship when we lived in DC. It was great to catch up with her, especially over poached eggs wrapped in smoked salmon and drizzled with a chive cream sauce. Can you tell I like to eat?

We boarded our train to Spring Lake, NJ and had a bittersweet reunion with our little boy who is, today, making me pay the price for leaving him overnight. He was happy to see me yesterday and ran into my arms, but today he's been throwing temper tantrums over just about everything. Right now he's in his crib. Whether he's sleeping or not I have no idea. I did miss him when we were away and he was the topic of a lot of conversation.

There are a lot of wonderful things that have come out of being married to Mr. Doodlebug -- he calms me, he comforts me, he knows when to ignore me, he supports me without question, he loves me unconditionally -- but the greatest gift he has (half) given me is baby Doodle. So thank you, Mr. Doodlebug, for all you do for me.