Ready to do the Monday thing?
One of these days you'll mosey on over here and I'll regale you with the amazing, exciting details of our glamorous weekend. Unfortunately, that day is not today. However, I'm glad you're here and hope you'll stick around 'til the end.
Friday we met up with my friend (and Olivia's favorite babysitter) Georgia for lunch and chasing Olivia through J. Crew. They gave us the side eye big time and we exited promptly.
Ryan beat us home Friday and was in the pool when we got there, so we made it a family swim sesh.
Handstands completely crack her up for some reason. What cracks me up is that Ryan is holding his nose here. I will never stop making fun of him for that, just like he'll never stop making fun of me for mispronouncing the word bison, one time.
True to our Friday routine, we ordered Mexican, the fancy kind where the chips come in a plastic bag.
One of my very favorite parts of living in Texas is the green salsa they serve at all the Mexican restaurants here. It's called something verde (yes, I believe that's the technical term), I think, and it's good. I ask for two large sides (and they mock me every time) and hoard it in the fridge, slathering it on most of my meals for the rest of the weekend.
When I was a kid, my mom taught me to designate one day of the week as "sheet change day" and it's Friday for me. I really tried to re-make the bed Friday night, but fitted sheets are better suited as a tents, don't you think?
Saturday morning I broke my toe and had an allergic reaction to my new contact solution.
Ever my graceful self, I turned and walked right into a wall and horrified my mother 2,000 miles away with the words I said in front of Liv. Sorry, mom. Sorry, Olivia.
So we took my hobbling, puffy eyed self to breakfast.
If you don't understand the point of this photo, I'll explain.
It's an empty patio, which is the holy grail of dining out situations for us lately. Olivia can run free and Ryan and I get to sip coffee calmly.
It was the weekend, so I couldn't be bothered to straighten or curl my hair into submission, so a giant braid it was. If you think I look enthusiastic, you should see how Ryan looks when I ask him to take a photo of my hair. Ecstatic is the word you're searching for.
On Sunday we did our usual coffee run and stopped in at Home Depot to replace a few of the flowers Ryan killed while I was in Maine. I'll get over it...eventually.
That afternoon, looking for some quality time with Olivia, who has recently decided to reject him, Ryan unceremoniously told me to get out. Fortunately, Veronika let me take refuge at her place for a few hours. I don't know what they did while I was gone, but there was a water gun in the middle of the living room when I returned. I don't ask questions.
I worked a little bit on hanging these photos in our master bedroom with these great IKEA frames. It's probably just me, but I'm finding using a level to be harder than it ever should be. I think there's a smidgen of coordination needed to hold it against the wall and mark with a pencil, so that's probably what my issue is. The lack of coordination.
Recycling this Instagram photo, sorry. This is one of my favorite maternity photos and it makes me long a little bit for my pregnant belly. I think I've blocked out the heartburn, round ligament pain, etc. and almost say to my husband "maybe...". Then I realize that pregnancy with a toddler is probably not as easy as a pregnancy with no toddler. I'm a wimp, so the wait continues.