A week (or two or three) with Ryan away means a fun outing or two like this:
Lots of crazy simple (borderline embarrassing) dinners like this:
And just to make it a little more fun, plenty of bare baby legs like these:
When Ryan travels, a thoroughly planned week is essential. In a way, I actually do better when he's gone, thanks to that planning session on Sunday night. I start my week equipped with activity ideas, both at home and away; playdates scheduled with friends; meal ideas; and projects to fill my evenings after the boys are snoring softly in their beds.
The only problem is that by the time Ryan comes home—all ready to play—I am exhausted! haha Oh well, a good night's sleep works wonders on this girl. So good night, sweet readers!