This weekend was pretty unusual. We actually did things.
Things away from the couch. I wore a dress two nights in a row. (When you're breastfeeding, dresses aren't practical so I haven't worn one in forever even though they are my favorite. Wearing a dress is a significant event to me.)
If those facts aren't enough to convince you how different this weekend was, then know this: I wore lipstick. End of story. Clearly things were happening, people.
On Friday, I got to watch my adorable nephew Beckett. He owns the most fantastic smiles. Among other activities, Madeline played library and set up the living room as such.
Unfortunately, the boys refused to play along and wouldn't check out the audiobooks displayed behind her. So rude.
Random bird: Caleb is really sitting up well on his own these days. A truly amazing feat for a 2-week-old because that's the oldest he can possibly be, right?
That night, Joe and I went to a fundraising dinner, a far cry from our usual Friday night couch-movie-bed routine. Joe's mom watched the kids and took a bit of my heart with her. I just don't do too well leaving them.
Despite arriving with a partial heart, it was a lovely evening and I had my first glass of wine since I found out I was pregnant. Then I saw what was for dinner.
Chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes, rolls and salad. EVERY item was dripping with butter except the salad. It was mixed with ranch. Creamy ranch. Forbidden ranch.
So I made an executive decision. I ATE ALL OF IT. It was amazing. Delicious. Buttery.
After I drained my glass and licked my plate, knife and fork clean, I turned to Joe and told him he needed to take me somewhere to get dessert. If the dairy-free diet was blown, then I was going to blast it sky-high.
We got gelato and OH MY WORD, you guys. There are no words. No words.
I definitely paid for my sins by waking up throughout the night to pump. I was paranoid of giving Caleb any dairy so I pumped and dumped four times by Saturday morning.
Verdict: Exhausting but totally worth it.
And that, my friends, is why I married him. He makes me laugh every single day.
Things away from the couch. I wore a dress two nights in a row. (When you're breastfeeding, dresses aren't practical so I haven't worn one in forever even though they are my favorite. Wearing a dress is a significant event to me.)
If those facts aren't enough to convince you how different this weekend was, then know this: I wore lipstick. End of story. Clearly things were happening, people.
On Friday, I got to watch my adorable nephew Beckett. He owns the most fantastic smiles. Among other activities, Madeline played library and set up the living room as such.
Random bird: Caleb is really sitting up well on his own these days. A truly amazing feat for a 2-week-old because that's the oldest he can possibly be, right?
Despite arriving with a partial heart, it was a lovely evening and I had my first glass of wine since I found out I was pregnant. Then I saw what was for dinner.
Chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes, rolls and salad. EVERY item was dripping with butter except the salad. It was mixed with ranch. Creamy ranch. Forbidden ranch.
So I made an executive decision. I ATE ALL OF IT. It was amazing. Delicious. Buttery.
After I drained my glass and licked my plate, knife and fork clean, I turned to Joe and told him he needed to take me somewhere to get dessert. If the dairy-free diet was blown, then I was going to blast it sky-high.
We got gelato and OH MY WORD, you guys. There are no words. No words.
I definitely paid for my sins by waking up throughout the night to pump. I was paranoid of giving Caleb any dairy so I pumped and dumped four times by Saturday morning.
Verdict: Exhausting but totally worth it.
A couple weeks ago, this was my Facebook status:
Madeline talks about Meena a lot. I'm very, very aware of Meena and what's happening in her "life."
On Saturday morning, this conversation took place:
Joe: "Why does Meena live here? Shouldn't she live with her family?"
Madeline (with passionate disbelief at his ignorance): "Meena's parents died!"
Madeline talks about Meena a lot. I'm very, very aware of Meena and what's happening in her "life."
On Saturday morning, this conversation took place:
Joe: "Why does Meena live here? Shouldn't she live with her family?"
Madeline (with passionate disbelief at his ignorance): "Meena's parents died!"
Joe: "What?"
Me (completely serious): "You didn't know that? It happened awhile ago."
Joe: "Um...no, I didn't. I guess I missed that Facebook status." (under his breath) "Dislike."And that, my friends, is why I married him. He makes me laugh every single day.
After I laughed so hard that I scared Caleb, we headed our nearest farmer's market. It smelled like bacon, I bought raw honey and Madeline got to pet the biggest dog I've ever seen.
It was quite a success.
Afterwards, we popped in at a family garage sale where Madeline scored a doughnut hole and played with Anna, a very very kind cousin who doesn't mind that Madeline adores her.
I was exhausted by the afternoon and crashed on Madeline's bed at the indecent nap-hour of 5 p.m. I woke up groggy and realized I missed the Kentucky Derby. Don't ask why but Joe and I love watching that race. But if you blink (or cat-nap), you'll miss it. Such sadness.
Then I put on another dress and a second round of lipstick, kissed my babes and babe goodbye. I met friends at a wine bar and tried to not get giggly over my second glass of wine in one weekend. It was a seriously fun evening. We covered the gamut of topics and laughed so hard until we were the last people in the bar and they turned off the music.
So naturally we left and talked on the sidewalk for another 20 minutes.
On Sunday, we skipped church due to a little boy who wasn't eating so great. It was pretty clear his gums were bugging him. Clear as crystal.
It's not that he was in a bad mood. He just didn't want to do anything that didn't involve mashing his gums with hard objects, fingers included.
So we had a lazy Sunday.
We drank indecent amounts of homemade sweet tea.
Uno was played.
Madeline wore a red tutu skirt and pink cowgirl boots.
I went grocery shopping with my favorite little girl and was told approximately 300 times that we look so much alike. My heart is happy every single time I hear that.
Our favorite hardware store was visited and two bags of popcorn were eaten.
Joe and Madeline planted zucchini and sunflowers.
We watched "Winnie the Pooh" for Sunday family movie night and Madeline laughed so hard, I thought she might pass out.
After a weekend like that, I say, "Bring it on, Monday. Bring it on."
I was exhausted by the afternoon and crashed on Madeline's bed at the indecent nap-hour of 5 p.m. I woke up groggy and realized I missed the Kentucky Derby. Don't ask why but Joe and I love watching that race. But if you blink (or cat-nap), you'll miss it. Such sadness.
Then I put on another dress and a second round of lipstick, kissed my babes and babe goodbye. I met friends at a wine bar and tried to not get giggly over my second glass of wine in one weekend. It was a seriously fun evening. We covered the gamut of topics and laughed so hard until we were the last people in the bar and they turned off the music.
So naturally we left and talked on the sidewalk for another 20 minutes.
On Sunday, we skipped church due to a little boy who wasn't eating so great. It was pretty clear his gums were bugging him. Clear as crystal.
We drank indecent amounts of homemade sweet tea.
Uno was played.
Madeline wore a red tutu skirt and pink cowgirl boots.
I went grocery shopping with my favorite little girl and was told approximately 300 times that we look so much alike. My heart is happy every single time I hear that.
Our favorite hardware store was visited and two bags of popcorn were eaten.
Joe and Madeline planted zucchini and sunflowers.
We watched "Winnie the Pooh" for Sunday family movie night and Madeline laughed so hard, I thought she might pass out.
After a weekend like that, I say, "Bring it on, Monday. Bring it on."
2 comments:
1. I laughed so, so hard at Joe's facebook comment. Laughed and giggled and reread and giggled some more.
2. The Farmer's Market in BRip is wonderful.
3. I buy raw honey TOO!! And it makes me happy you do the same :)
1. I know. That joke was a gift of beauty.
2. Maybe we'll see you there sometime!
3. This was the first time I bought and oh my! It tastes amazing! I didn't realize honey could taste so much better!
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