Beth and I hired Katie for the evening last Wednesday to watch the kids so we could do something together for our anniversary. We chose geocaching. A former co-worker who has relocated to Minneapolis hid a cache near here a few years ago and asked if I would retrieve it since it still supposedly has some good stuff in it...gift certs and coupons an such. So, we went looking. We found where it was supposed to be, which is a city or county park of sorts, which looks about like a tractor trail between two fields in Amish country. I don't know how far the path goes, but a side trail goes off it into some brush and the cache is hidden somewhere just off the trail in the thicket. Anyway, we found the place to be largely overgrown. I crashed through the bush for a while, trying to get a good GPS signal (too much canopy) but couldn't find anything. A million good spots to hide something, though. We were worried about poison ivy afterwards so we thought maybe we could slip in at home if the kids were playing outside, to take showers. Not the best call. I was in the shower when the kids came inside, Alex because he had pooped in his swimsuit (they had been running through the sprinkler) so he came upstairs to the bathroom and started to take his suit off. This made a big mess. I then jumped out to try to contain him, clean up and get his suit off as best I could, and plop him in the shower (which he hates) to clean him off. I got him (and myself) all taken care of as fast as I could, but it took a while. He was quite upset by then. Anyway, we finally got the kids settled down again, changed clothes and slipped away again to go out to dinner at Mad Anthony's. This weekend a friend of ours volunteered to watch the kids for a while so we could go see a movie, as an anniversary present. We saw "Click," which was...OK.