Partners in Crime

Check out one of my most favorite pictures of me and the Hoos. Aren't we cute? And young? Look at our hair! So full, so not gray! I would have put up a more recent photo of just the two of us, but I am realizing that I don't really have any. So this will have to suffice.

This weekend we spent three whole days and nights without children. We love our children. A LOT. But it was really nice to be able to run errands and do projects without having to worry about what we weren't doing - namely entertaining the kids. My parents, on the other hand, had their hands full. But I would like to think they loved every minute of THEIR weekend WITH our lovely daughters.

Needless to say it was a very busy and productive weekend. And full of just the sort of ridiculous stuff we did before kids:

1. Meeting for dinner at 7:30pm.
   
2. Selecting a restaurant based on the type of food I was craving (Indian) and its proximity to another errand (see #3)
   
3. Checking out the Swiss Army Warehouse sale - at 8pm, after the crowds had abated. Still crowded but who cared! We had no fear of losing our children in the rush.
4. Going to Home Depot right before closing, buying what we needed and NOT leaving with a whole bunch of "Mickey's" (Disney paint chips).
5. Installing a new faucet in our kitchen - together! While smiling and laughing and focused.
6. Measuring and contemplating purchasing items at IKEA together instead of chasing children through the store.
7. Fitting several large and heavy boxes from IKEA into the car (impossible with car seats and kids).
8. Spending two hours putting said furniture together from IKEA - only realizing we had done it totally wrong!
9. Frantically disassembling furniture so we could rush back to IKEA before it closed and exchange it for one that hadn't been f*&d up by our stupidity. (And shrugging about it instead of fighting and playing the blame game).
10. Eating dinner at a pizza-only joint at 9pm.
11. Assembling furniture for a second time - and staying up until 1:30am to do it. (Mostly so we wouldn't have to do it the next day with our little lovies back under foot).
12. Meeting my friend's beautiful newborn daughter. And getting to hold her for 45 uninterrupted minutes.
    

All of this crazy affirmed:

• That I did, indeed, marry my best friend.
• How nice it is to hold SOMEONE ELSE'S newborn. And it is totally possible to do this without wanting your own.