Last spring, Chip and I went to a Fleet Foxes concert.  It was the best concert I have ever been to, and the best date I have ever had.  Aside from how amazing the band is, a large part of the night's success was because it was first time we had been out together since Vivi was born where I didn't feel overly worried about whether or not she would fall asleep ok, and I didn't feel the need to rush back home.  It  made the evening all the sweeter, and we had a fantastic time.  Since then, I have had the thought of a fox nursery swimming in my head . . .