The sound of silence...

As any mom can attest, being alone in your own house is... eerie.

And oddly enjoyable.

Today I dropped the kids off and they ran to their groups with nary a backward glance.

Even my three year old didn't look back.

I don't know whether to be proud. Or cry. Or both.

Instead, I'll post some pictures of a place we recently found:

The Dad and The Big Girl on the bench.

The Boy is in red...

It's called "Chutes and Ladders." It's on a wonderful park with a lot of bike/running/dog walking trails in the summer and cross country skiing trails in the winter. They have canoe and kayak rentals as well as a snowboard area. Both summer and winter recreation. Can't beat that. The kids had a great time.

My husband and I had the 'could you imagine if we'd seen a place like this as kids?' discussion. Is that a sure sign you're getting old? Thinking about "The good old days?"

Also in my quiet time, I went for a run. Just three miles, but it's pretty warm today - 85 (stop laughing Joansy and Mitzi) and the humidity's around 69%. Steamy.

It's taking me awhile to stop sweating.

As soon as I do, I'll hop in the shower. And no one will knock on the door. Or try and use the toilet. Or generally harass me.

Noon. I pick them up at noon...