The End of an Era

Sad face, my friend Lindsey is moving away to be a grown-up in Brooks. Ok, she has 3 kids so there's a good chance she's been a grown-up for a while, but I say that because she is leaving for good, to a house and a career and all kinds of fabulous things. In honor of the good times, Lauren, Erin, Nicole, Lindsey and I got together and had a girl's night once last time. It involved lots of tasty treats and mostly just visiting but we had a great time.

At the end of the night, we tried to harness our inner 90's divas (sadly, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in this group who graduated in the 90's) and throw out an "L" for Lindsey. We will excuse Lauren's backward L because she has redeemed herself with the Fonz thumbs-up! Lindsey my friend, you will be missed! I'm not sure how I'm going to train without you for this stinkin' half-marathon that you talked me into... you may be dragging me 13km or so... good luck with that.

The Concrete Widow

Ok, so last week I was a "concrete widow." After flu had ripped its way through our little family, Kyle took off up north to work for his cousin Shayne for a week. Besides the fact that I like my husband a whole lot and we spend the majority of our free time together, I was a little apprehensive about being "single mom" style for a week. Especially after having flu the week before, Gunnar was a little bit off. It's tough having a little guy who is old enough to recognize that Dad hasn't come home, but not big enough to understand why. He was quite a handful the second day when he realized that there was no "fun parent" kickin' around.

On the up side, we had a good week with decent routine. I am not sure if my apartment has ever been as clean as it was that week. When Guns sleeps for 2 hours in the afternoon, there's a good window of time to mop floors, fold laundry and do the dishes. The best part was that a Gunnar that naps is a happy Gunnar. I have decided that if my kid wakes up crying, he needs more sleep. We took that theory and ran with it; turns out once my kid has had enough sleep, he wakes up in the happiest mood ever. I took this picture because he woke up giggling and smiling with crazy hair and was in the best mood EVER!

I will admit that even though Guns and I got into some good habits in Kyle's absence, I was missing my husband tremendously. He called me on Saturday and mid-conversation the phone cut out. As I was dialing him back, I heard the door open and he quietly whispered "surprise!" I was soooooo thrilled to have both my handsome men under one roof again. The awesome thing about Kyle's arrival was that he'd been without a razor for the week, which meant that he grew himself a sweet-gross patchy Indian beard! Seriously almost homeless material! Needless to say, this thing only lasted for a few minutes post picture.

I have a new appreciation for my sister and sister-in-laws who do a lot of solo-parenting while their husbands are busy working. You guys are my heros!