Tuesday, October 11, 2005

::zinkin and crashin::

There's a cat asleep on our patio table. I'm a dog person but this little orange ball of fluff is rather loveable. Making him/herself perfectly at home thank you very much.

Gorgeous morning yesterday. Made the most of by the Carlin four (yes, Daddy Carlin too-Federal holiday) by making the short drive to Corona Del Mar and a visit to Rob's favorite cafe.

Mama Carlin throughly enjoyed a cappuccino although not nearly as much as her Bobcaticcinos. Our Cafe appearance was cut short by the mighty tang of our Luca's bottom. While Mama Carlin had gotten her "little" act together (the little is for you Mom, caller of all things in my life little ie: "have a good afternoon with your little family : )) last week and packed a "backup bag" in the trunk of the car including diapers, changes of clothes and blankets of all variety, she had overlooked the necessity that morning of packing a diaper for her two year old actually on her person. The car was now 5+ blocks away. Nice one.

So, leaving a fragrant aroma in our wake, we walked to the car, our usual conversation of cost-of-living in California vs. anywhere else (this conversation takes place between Rob and I at least once every week) taking place, and drove home.

It was a no nap day for Luke and Rob was a diamond by taking him over basically and letting me putts around the house. It's wierd. If Rob has the day off I usually take the day off my "chores" too.
So today I had a massive clean up and feel better about sitting here at the computer. But then Luke, miraculously, went to sleep at 8. Leila had been asleep since about 7:30 and Rob and I were actually able to sit down to a movie together for the first time in seemingly forever.

2 Comments:

Blogger Sprinkles said...

I can completely relate to /finally/ being able to sit down with your man and enjoying adult time. Sometimes, when this happens on rare occassion, we sit and laugh together about what we're supposed to do as it feels so strange since we're always so busy being "Mommy" and "Daddy".

Oh and the diaper stench trails are the worst, aren't they? We went out on a limb one late afternoon and decided to go to a neat little harbor view restaurant for some chowder and fresh bread with salads...cloth napkins, at least two if not three glasses a person, lots of unneccessary silverware - you get the picture - and our little one decided that right then and there would be the best time of the day to unleash her diaper monster. My husband tried as hard as he could to gracefully carry her outside while I paid the bill...leaving me to follow the trail to them like Hansel and Gretle followed bread crumbs - only not quite! :)

8:20 PM  
Blogger amberdusk said...

Gina-
Andy and I are constantly bringing the Cost of living up and trying to figure out the best path for us to take. Frustrating sometimes.
I am so glad you two got to have a relaxing day and evening. And that you got some alone time for the day.

10:18 PM  

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