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My birthday was on Friday and Joe arranged for our neighbor to take Colin for a couple of hours so that he could make me a fantastic dinner that we could eat outside on our patio with a bottle of wine and no baby care interruptions.  He also scared the shit out of me by sneaking in through the door in our bedroom (we have an inexplicable door to the outside in our bedroom) to bring me flowers.  I was doing the 30 day shred in the living room when I heard a crash in the back of the house.  I panicked, thinking that the baby swing had fallen or something but I never heard Colin crying.  By the time I got back there Joe was coming in with a huge grin on his face and a bouquet of flowers.  Jerk.  

He was equally wonderful on Mother's day, when I got an elaborately prepared breakfast and a solitary ticket to a Nationals' game next month.  He was all smiles as he said "and I'll watch the baby."  I tentatively smiled back, not wanting to seem ungrateful, but all the while looking for a second ticket.  "And..." I said, "I have to go by myself?"  "And I'll watch Colin!" Joe beamed?  I must have looked really pained because he said all slyly "maybe you should call Lisa and see what Matt got her for Mother's day!"  So Lisa and I will be off drinking beers and taking in some baseball and sun while the guys watch the boys!  Nice!  Lisa also pointed out that at least they picked a weekend that isn't Father's day for the game, because that would have been kind of funny.

All in all an awesome weekend, topped off by a Red Wings win and another night of sleeping for 9 solid hours by Colin.  Well done, boys.