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(As my dusty blog loaded up this morning, my son who was standing behind me on the computer chair, immediately started to hoo-hoo in my ear as he saw the owl on my banner. Yes, he shares my love of owls - and I had nothing to do with his infatuation. Honest.)

I've been wanting to blog all week long. I wish I had a bluetooth keyboard that I could use with my iPhone. Either that or a laptop. I find that I want to blog at the most inopportune moments. Usually while I'm in bed, sitting out on our balcony or on our comfy red couch...not so much at the desktop. But here I am, sitting on the uncomfortable computer chair staring at our computer screen, slowing emptying my brain out on this blog.

Yesterday confused me as I woke up glad that it was Monday. This is the second Monday in a row that I've been okay with it being the end of the weekend. No, I don't have a fever. It's kind of nice not being grumpy about it being Monday - freeing if you will. I don't think this phonamon will last, but I'm enjoying it while I can. Yesterday was my first day in almost a week where I was able to lay Simon down for a nap and have 2 hours completely to myself. Peter took a half week off last week from work (Wed-Sun) and so we were together as a family for the majority of that time. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my boys...and LOVE having my husband around. But Monday came and I was very glad for some alone time.

Thursday is the day that sticks out the most from last week's staycation - it was our trip to Duluth (2.5 hours north of the cities). Duluth holds a lot of dear memories for me...mostly romantic memories as Peter and I spent our honeymoon there at a fabulous B&B. We also went back for our first anniversary back in 2007. We've always gone just the two of us and always had a fabulous time. We've been wanting to go back for the longest time, but have been dragging our feet because, let's face it, 2 hours in a car with a baby/toddler who doesn't like the car didn't sound relaxing or fun. But the desire to go got stronger as the years passed and before we knew it we were packing up the car and our little one and setting out on a mini road trip. Simon stayed pretty content on the way there and on the way back, getting a little whiny just as we were getting back near the cities. I think the whining was due to the fact that the little guy went the whole entire day without a nap - even on the 2.5 hour trip back he still didn't sleep - stubborn.

The day trip was so much fun. It was the first time I had been up north where it was actually hot. According to the weather report it was only a few degrees cooler in Duluth then it was in the Cities (it's usually at least a good 10 degrees cooler). We were kind of hoping to skip the hot and humid weather, but as it turned out, we were stuck with it. Oh well, at least we dressed appropriately. We walked a lot, played in the fountains that were scattered about, ate yummy ice cream and splashed in Lake Superior (Simon LOVED *running* into a lake. He's never been able to do that before, he's always been confined to a swimming pool). Between the running into the lake and rolling in the sand, he was a pretty happy little boy. Towards the end of the day, I remember telling Peter that I've never seen him happier. It was quite the trip.










The rest of the weekend we found ourselves pretty exhausted. I guess doing a day trip to Duluth with an energetic 2 year old really wears a person (or two people in this case) out. I wasn't feeling the greatest Friday-Sunday, which was a huge bummer. I was glad that we were able to just take it easy and do little fun stuff here and there around the city. Sunday, I could hardly keep my eyes open during church. We arrived home and after lunch, I promptly took a nap by myself - I hardly ever do that. It was nice to sleep with the windows open (all week long we were in the mid 90's with intense humidity. Sunday came with temperatures in the 70's with a cool breeze - perfect weather...or as my friend Rosanna says it: "Ridiculously perfect like a Stepford wife." - haha, love that girl!)

There are so many other topics that I wish to blog about (like our house for one), but those must patiently wait for another time. There are two large laundry baskets full of clean laundry that need to be folded and a little munchkin that would appreciate a playmate. Until next time...

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  1. Jess - you are ONE HAWT MAMA!! love that first picture of you and Simon :)

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  2. ^ she's right. ;)

    Glad you're enjoying the stepford weather as much as I am!

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