a date to myself.

A few weeks back Ryan gave me the treat of going out for a few hours without the boys. Since we needed a Trader Joe's run anyway, I headed down to Coolige Corner for some good food and a little people-watching. I perused a little boutique without worrying about navigating a stroller or cranky boys, and I walked through a bookstore without worrying at all if the stroller would fit through the aisles and without worrying if Henry would break something.

Heavenly.

And hello TJ's shopping cart. With two kiddos we just peruse with the stroller, so I never actually get to use a cart anymore. It was foreign. And amazing.