You Get What You Pay For

I have wonderful friends.  I really do.

Mr. Cob and I were able to have two nights out this past week thanks to my girlfriends babysitting Lukas. Last Wednesday Mr. Cob had his improv class graduation and my friend Katie came over so I could catch the show. Mr. Cob was hilarious and did such a great job!

And then Friday night, my friend Lauren agreed to watch Lukas while Mr. Cob and I went out to dinner for another friend's 30th birthday.  Lauren herself has a daughter, Elise, who is exactly 3 months older than Lukas.  Elise and Lukas hang out often.  Lauren is a seasoned mother compared to myself and I had absolutely no worries about leaving Lukas with her.  I knew everything would be fine.

And then half way through the night I get this picture.

Luckily I'd had a big martini when I got this picture.  So I laughed.  Probably harder than I should have.  Elise and Lukas are clearly in love.

I guess this is what you get when someone offers you "free" babysitting.

(For those of you out there who don't find this funny - he was totally fine.  Babies cry.  Lighten up.)

And he looked like this this morning:

 Happy as a Peach.

He was happy because his Auntie Al was here all weekend.  She was visiting with her main squeeze and they ran the Atlanta Half Marathon yesterday.  She rocked it.  Mr. Cob and I ended up walking 6.5 miles in an effort to catch them on the course at various locations.  We failed and never saw them.  But that's a story for another day.  We're all sad to see her go this morning.

But on a happy note, look who's back?!