In a desperate attempt to stop the teething madness and cure the summer slump,
we made a mad dash out of town this weekend.
By WE, I mean me and the girls.
My first attempt at being outnumbered on the road.
Needless to say, Lib's face in this picture about sums up how it went.
Although, despite the overwhelming heat that made my poor baby's face turn this nice shade of pink....
the weekend did have its high points.
So, instead of focusing on and ranting about all the things that didn't exactly go as planned (like how I only got a grand total of one hour and forty-five minutes of sleep that night and how Hollyn cried more in one twenty-four period than ever before or how after about fifteen attempts, this was the best we could get in terms of a family picture....),
I'm choosing to overlook (aka block out) all of that and focus on the high points of our getaway.
Point number one: my grandmother's spaghetti.
In my family, this stuff is infamous.
In fact, I'm so terribly spoiled by how good this stuff is that I never attempt to make spaghetti of my own, because I know my limits,
and there's just no way I can compete with this.
And if that wasn't bad enough, it's also the only spaghetti I eat because second best just doesn't cut it when it comes to sketti.
Point number two: the fashion show.
In case letting her eat ice cream for breakfast wasn't enough to guarantee that my grandmother's house is Lib's favorite place to visit,
she also gives the Libster free reign of her closet while we're there.
And if you know Libby, you know there's nothing she loves more than a good game of dress up,
especially when the dress up includes high heels.
Point number three: the newest addition.
My brother and his wife have just had their second child.
Her name is Carlyle, and we love her.
How could we not?
She's so stinkin' cute.
And apparently, holding a new baby never gets old...
even when you have one of your own at home.
And hands down, Lib's favorite part of the weekend was getting to play with Rylee Kate,
my brother's firstborn.
She lets Lib run the show, which makes Lib more than happy.
All in all, it was a good weekend....
at least it's good when you choose to ignore all the stuff that went wrong
and focus on the things that went better than just alright.
Have you missed me this week? I've most certainly missed you. To put it mildly, this has not been a stellar week at our house.
What have we been doing, you ask?
Oh, well we've been busy seeing spots.
In fact, I've seen so many spots this week that my life will be complete and my heart will be content if I never see another spot as long as I live.
Roseola- we are not friends.
You are not welcome at my house.
You cannot stay for dinner.
In fact, you've completely outworn the welcome I never extended you.
Pack your stuff and hit the road.
I suppose the only positive thing I can say about this experience is that I haven't felt the need to do any arm workouts this week-- I've gotten plenty by holding my five-month-old for hours upon hours every day in an attempt to appease her during her time of uncomfort. My biceps are like steel. Do you hear me? Steel.
And Libby, in an attempt to get on the action, 'broke' her foot at dance and needed a 'cast'.
Fastest healing 'broken' foot I've ever seen. In fact, by the time I snapped this picture....
I think she was feeling much better.
And speaking of feeling better....don't worry about H. We'll make it.
*** In case you missed part one of this, you can find it here.***
Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart – oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape – of your sister. ~ Katherine Mansfield
This quote utterly exemplifies how I feel about this one:
Bloggers, meet my Rebecca. She's my pseudo sister, number two, and I absolutely could not possibly adore her more. She's the little sister I never had, my greatest cheerleader (other than my mom, of course), my all-time support in the motherhood department, and my favorite sounding board. She's also my guitar hero, the most patient person I've ever met, and who I aim to be in terms of serving others.
Words cannot express how much I love this one.
She's been there during the birth (well, in the lobby, seeing as how I've had two c-sections) of both of my babies. She also happens to be Libby's godmother. To say the Libster adores her-- well, mildly put, that just doesn't do it justice.
She's the friend I know I can call any time of day, and although she's truly one of the busiest people I know, she's never too busy for me. We can go weeks (although I'd rather not) without talking and NEVER miss a beat. We have very similar parenting styles, and she loves my girls unconditionally....this was put to the test the time Libby got the stomach virus at her house. We're still talking two years later. That's true friendship, folks.
She is a true spiritual advisor for me, and I firmly believe every Christian girl needs one of these. I know I can always rely on her to give me good, Godly advice, to always listen to me, always be honest with me, and support me no matter what kind of mess I may fall into one day down the road.
We met my last year in college and took to each other like flies to honey. In fact, she's my social club little sister. (Good thing that worked out, because she threatened to quit pledging if she'd been paired with anyone but me. ;) ). And for the past eight years come this September, a piece of my heart has had her name on it.
Should I ever have a crazy, completely random, totally off the wall idea, she's the one I call, 1.) because I know if she laughs at me it will be with love, and 2.) because I know that if she thinks my idea is total junk she'll find the perfect way to word her response that will leave me knowing I need to rethink and still feeling ok about my decision-making abilities.
In addition to loving her, I also love her little one like he is my own.....
...and sometimes I wish he was.
So, Becka- thank you.
Thank you for loving me despite all my imperfections, bad decisions, and days when I don't call.