Faster Than a Speeding Pilobolus

I spent three days in New York City this past weekend without Gusi or PapaGus. It was the first time since I got pregnant that I have been on my own like this. I actually rather enjoyed it. PapaGus took Friday off to stay with Gusi and from what I gather, they had a blast. A wet rug in the living room and a suspiciously placed hose are all the proof I need for the fun they had.

I, meanwhile, had a blast myself. I got a chance to eat at restaurants without high chairs in them. I got to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and see new pieces that I hadn't seen before. I got to window shop along 5th Avenue. I got to walk over 50 blocks in Manhattan just for the fun of it. And I got to see a show. Actually, that was the highlight of the weekend (aside from seeing my friends). My friend and I saw Pilobolus, a modern dance group with incredible acrobatics thrown in to every routine.

Did I miss Gusi? Sure I did. I missed reading him books and kissing him goodnight, but it was rather nice to have some time off from being a mom. Of course I called home and PapaGus and Gusi called me, but hearing them didn't make me as upset as I thought it would. I came back home refreshed and ready to set out on our new adventures in Africa. I just can't get over the fact that three days went by so fast. The countdown to Dakar will probably go just as fast.