Oops, took a little posting break there. We've been spending lots of time outside this week (more on that tomorrow), and when we weren't doing that we were plowing through a new stack of library treats.

And I've been trying to work a little less and pay more attention to myself and my child. When The Wonderful Husband got home last evening, I actually left my iBook closed on the counter, left the iPhone tucked away in my purse, and went for a run. Oh. My. Gosh. That felt good.

But because the hamster wheels in my head never stop spinning, I have been thinking about posting this week, and here are the results.

Yesterday we picked up TWH at noon and went to lunch together. We tried to go to an awesome Middle Eastern deli just down the street from his office, but the line was out the door. (Did I mention it's awesome?) So we went to Chick-fil-A instead. It's among my favorite quick-serve places, but yesterday it felt like such a letdown. I was so in the mood for something different and home-made, not something that's the same every time and everywhere—ever feel that way? But it worked fine, and while we were eating a very kind hostess (or it might have been the owner-operator, not sure) stopped by our table to ask how we were doing and offer to re-fill our lemonade.

I've posted before about how much I like Chick-fil-A's dining room hosts. Again yesterday it was such a nice touch. She gave Baby A a toy cow, and A, who wasn't much interested in her food yesterday, pretended to feed her fruit to it:

Earlier in the week, we did our stock-up trip to Trader Joe's. Yes, I know I keep going on and on about how great it is to encounter a stepstool in a restaurant bathroom. It makes a parent's back so much happier, and with all the icky news about low hand-washing rates, we need all the help we can get, right?

Besides, it makes them so dang proud. Baby A was thrilled to see that Trader Joe's had put a stepstool in the bathroom (which, of course, we have to visit EVERY time because she likes how the pedal-operated trash can works). See the grin?

And, finally, from a weeeknd foray into Five Guys...remember when I mentioned that place's five-dollar bit of marketing brillance? Here's the pictorial evidence I didn't have when I posted about it. Now, thanks to the iPhone (LOVE it!), here's the evidence:

** "Today's potatoes are from Rigby, Idaho." **

Nice touch, right? Makes you feel like you're eating something local—local to someplace, even if it's not your place. Makes you feel like maybe people dug and raised those potatoes, rather than Acme Potatoe Conglomerate Incorporated.

Back tomorrow with more....