A good, soulful weekend indeed! I think I’ve figured some things out (through writing and reading — always a good way to figure things out in my opinion) and had some really amazing moments with the boys while Andrew was out of town. The weather was gorgeous, nice and cool and juuuuuust right! We ran into friends at the Botanical Gardens not once but twice, and stayed longer than we ever have before. We’ve been missing Kim and her boys (and always think of them when we are at the gardens as this is where we met!) and awaiting their return from New Zealand any day now. 
We were so glad to have Andrew back on Sunday, though I did a poor job of relaying that to him after having a crappy night of sleep courtesy of Emil-the-3am-Sleep-Terminator (why why why why why???). After a good nap and an even better talk, we enjoyed the afternoon and evening. It’s sometimes hard to get back into the duel-parenting groove when you might not be on the same page (more lax rules when papa is out of town sometimes does not bode well for papa laying down the law when he comes back- oops!). Ha, ha, all is well and you know, sometimes the best way to move past it is to just crack jokes until everything else falls away and you realize you’re in it together and always will be. I sure do love that man. 
P.s. – This may or may not have been the only bath he took this entire week…
How was your weekend? So good, I hope!
Our rules are also a tiny bit more laxed when babo is not around, but we all find our rhythm once all of us are back together. I guess it comes white the territory when you’re holding down the fort alone for a while. It’s all good! Also,those beans look so yummy!
It all looks beautiful! And we’ve missed out on baths lately with all the lake time we’ve had… Probably not the same, eh?
oh these little faces are so, so cute. makes my heart burst 🙂 ps we never bathe our children haha!
Just trying to catch up on some of my blog reading. I laughed at the bath part. I feel like I should love bath time, but I really don’t. We usually try every other day, and I’ll tell you, I love it when dinner is over and I realize that it’s not “bath night”.