The boys and I had the most wonderful day. It was absolutely normal and boring by most standards. And I have no husband to share that with.
I took the crazies to the gym to see Ms. Debbie, worked my shoulders, did some training stuff for my legs, stopped in at the children's museum to play, came home and had a nice quick lunch, they both took short naps and woke up cranky...so we headed to the zoo, ran in to a detour on the single road that goes to the zoo, drove around north Jacksonville for an hour while Turner told me it was ok that I was lost (who said I was lost? my GPS/phone kept telling me that the road I was on didn't exist), made it to the zoo at 4:53 -7 minutes before closing, ran around the zoo (literally), ate dinner in the back of the car, decided to go to Chick-fil-a as all those calories burned and impending Auntie visit made mommy super hungry, ran around like caged animals in the super awesome play area with no nasty ball pit, came home and took a warm bath, snuggled on the couch, put Eli to bed, and then snuggled even more with super silly Turner.
I hate not telling him the details of the day, like when Eli got the attention of everyone at Chick-fil-a because his squeals (aka high pitched screams) seemed to interrupt peoples' dinners. Or, that Turner reminded me that you can't see Daddy from the bridge on the way to the zoo because the ocean is in the other direction and that we're crossing a river.
It's hard entertaining the thought that there will be 7 (give or take) months of not sharing details. Oh! I tried the most wonderful drinking chocolate, I'm seeing a nutritionist/trainer for my race training, I let Eli get too big and wasted a brand-new-never-been-worn pair of Riley Roos, I scared the kids when I clapped really loud, Eli said "Hi Daddy!" when we went over a bridge and saw water, I found the missing orange baba, John's ribons came in for his super spiffy mess dress, I found outfits for the boys to wear to Chad's wedding and I decided that they're going to be Mario and Luigi for Halloween.
See? That's a whole lot of detail for one day...and that's not even the half of it. You may be asking yourself (probably not, but let's pretend): Why, with technology, won't you be in much contact with your sweet husband? Well, that's the beauty of his ship. It's the second oldest in the Navy...and it shows. It's like trying to upload picutres if you're on dial-up. All but impossible. Yay. Go Navy.