What whining gets you

Some people might say whining gets you nowhere. But those people probably don't have husbands who run their own businesses!

Okay, okay, so I didn't whine. But I was feeling pretty lonely and glum yesterday, so I convinced Matthew to spend the afternoon with me (there might have been over-the-phone pouting involved...), and we went drive aimlessly around the region in search of somewhere to walk, things to take pictures of, and things to get my mind off of my thoughts which were driving me insane (don't ask why, it's better that way ;)

I did manage to take some pictures, and that's pretty much all this post will be, as I'm tired and want to go to bed before I miss the well-fed baby boat, and need to stay up until 11 for another feed.

So here we go.

My champion, who takes my moods in stride and always tries to humour me.

Me and my mini-champ, who lights up my life with one of his gummy smiles.

A sweet father-son moment that I just had to capture on camera. Unbeknownst to them, because I'm afraid of confrontation. Even if it's totally legal to take pictures of all and sundry on public property. I felt a little sneaky.

A bold little aquatic bird who thought, "that lady over there looks friendly enough, and that black thing in her hand just might be edible. I'd better go check it out, in case it's food," and so he paddled his way over and swam practically underneath my nose. Then I could zoom in nice and close, and voila! A picture without any cropping whatsoever.

I just had to take a picture of this explosion of pink and girlishness.

So there. That was our afternoon of sight-seeing, driving, take-out pizza, mid-afternoon feedings in the car, walking along a nearly deserted beach, dropping by a rickety 2-story candy store, and enjoying our area off-season when the weather is beautiful and the tourists haven't realized it yet. My only wish is that the carousel was running so I could take a picture of that too.

And now for bed.