One of the blessiest (not a word) things about living in Wichita is that we're only 45 minutes from Shawn's parents who are glad to watch Wilder so we can get away, as they did this weekend. Our friends Drew and SG, who live in Kansas City, invited us to visit the same time our mutual friends, Todd and Katie (from Seattle) were visiting. These couples are supercool, bound to us by our K-State glory years. It's effortless to pick up where we left off...
While the trip was a bit short (we just could not get it together Saturday morning: I couldn't find my sneaker, was sick the night before, couldn't find camera charger, had to get gas, had to drop Marley off, Shawn couldn't find clean shirts...it's always about not finding stuff!), we made the most of our child-free time.
Drew and SG live in a high rise apartment, the 8th floor to be exact. I was infatuated with the place. Itty bitty, around 600 sq. ft...beautiful view--true city life (compared to how Shawn and I live). The obsession birthed the urge to photograph their cozy pad; will post pictures tomorrow.
Okay, one of SG's bracelet:
I was asking them about where their trash goes (all the way outside--no chute like on all the CSI shows where dead people turn up inside them) and how about laundry (coinamatic in scary basement)? I can see how they tire of the crummy aspects to apartment living, but I was in a dreamland. At night we saw the lighted Cinderella horse carriages below, moving like enchanted balls of glowing cotton..and the church bells Sunday morning? Ahh...
Another cool thing: SG is 2 weeks more pregnant than I, with Jonah, so we had a lot to discuss. Here tummy is cuter because she has no freckles. Mine is just weird with the doorbell belly button.
Oh, and we got to shop at one of my most favorite stores, Stuff, but the sales lady reprimanded me when I tried taking photos--something about original artwork in there; I understood.
Wichita needs an Anthropologie:
Thank goodness for mini-breaks, for friends to spend them with, and for the BEST babysitters, even though I thought about Wilder the whole time and got teary when I saw toddlers...
Happy Monday. Give the day some love, for Mondays get the shaft all too often!