Tuesday, tuesday, tuesday – dance class, laundry, dusting, work, and dinner – 
the routine is always oh so boring when following on the heels of a mini vacation such as the one to which we were treated this past weekend. On Friday, for Jon's birthday, my parents loaded us all in the van and treated us to a weekend in Chicago to visit Curtis, who also got older on Friday! Big city living is fun in small doses. Curtis's new apartment offers both a great location and a marvelous view (think walking distance to the Pier, Millennium Park, and the Magnificent Mile, all places that we visited), and even had a closet in which Calvin could sleep (important unless we 
all plan on going to bed at eight with the baby). On Friday we arrived in time to enjoy a fantastic birthday dinner, French style, at Cyrano's Bistrot. Mmmmm escargot. On Saturday we stuffed ourselves at breakfast, enjoyed a late morning outting to The Navy Pier (mmmmm local beer), and stuffed ourselves again with an early dinner at the Grand Lux Cafe. Mmmmmm carbs. And that brings me to the second reason for our weekend visit–The Chicago Marathon, in which both Curtis and his friend, Julie, were 
running. So Sunday morning we stuffed ourselves once again at breakfast and then made our way through Millennium Park (a fun destination in itself, too, what with the bean and Crown Fountain) and over to mile 26 of the 26.2 mile marathon route where we camped out against the barricades for an hour in order to see them run by (and snap some pictures, of course). A successful endevor! They both finished what was their first marathon in 
just under 4.5 hours AND managed to look pretty peppy in the aftermath. Our final day, Monday, found us shopping the Magnificent Mile and enjoying a deli lunch before packing it in and heading for home (at which time Curtis probably heaved a sigh of relief at having his apartment to himself again and the tme to rest his marathon weary legs). One more stop, this one for dinner at the nearly century old Schuler's in Marshall, Michigan, for their famed prime rib. And that brings us to today. How boring.
Pictures galore in the Chicago Trip album.