Good Times This Weekend.

Ian was away with some guy friends skiing in Snowshoe, WV from Wednesday through Sunday (yes, I agree with you that I have earned a good wife award for being 284629 weeks pregnant with a wily toddler and saying "sure babe, go, sounds fun!"). 

But really, other than a few Hurricane Camille moments that put me into Braxton-Hicks territory -- that girl can run into a room, destroy it, and run to the next room faster than you can cry "MERCY!" -- the weekend went smoothly and was awesome. I definitely did my fair share of bending, stooping, and cleaning up after her on my hands and knees. Not that that is really any different from any given day around here, but at least I can say on those days, "Hon, could you please handle bathtime tonight?" and I didn't have that luxury this time around. 

Friday made for day three hair (two days of showering without washing) and I did my favorite unwashed hair updo. I posted this photo on Instagram with a promise to you of a tutorial on this easy hairstyle coming later this week. I have pretty fine hair, and not a ton of it, but with a curling wand, teasing brush, and the right hairspray, I think just about anyone can make this work. 

That afternoon, I took Camille out to lunch at Moe's and she literally spent 50 minutes eating every bit of her Moo Moo Mr. Cow. Girlfriend gets it from her mama, I guess. Can't turn down a single bite of Mexican deliciousness. I was done eating in maybe fifteen minutes but sat there patiently as she dipped each morsel of her few tortilla chips in the salsa verde. 

We popped into Homegoods after lunch where I found a sisal rug for a good price for the new baby's room. Slowly making progress on that nursery, and it feels good!

After her nap that day, we went over to Freedom Park for some time on the swings and a visit to the old 1920s locomotive that they have on display. Camille is really into a "choo choo dain" these days. 

Saturday we hung around the house in the morning and went to our friend Emmy's third birthday party in the afternoon. It was held at the Nature Museum which made for one of the most adorable children's parties I've ever attended. Mainly because it was structured and educational! Camille even got to touch a turtle, a snake and a bunny. 

Same photo as above, but from my friend's vantage point. You can see I'm capturing this moment but with a forced smile on my face like UM, not me! You go for it C, I'll get the photographic evidence, but at a safe distance!

Camille stayed patient for her favorite part of any birthday party ....... WEET. That is what she calls cake or really anything that is sweet. She took down this entire slice of cake. 

This photo below I just love, not because it is hilarious seeing these four little girls doing a love-driven pile-up, but because every single one of their mamas is someone that I met through Charlotte's blogging community. And now we all have daughters -- bow-wearing, hug-tackling, precious daughters, and that's pretty fun. 

One last trip to the big tree before heading home, and en route home around 5pm I decided to make life really easy that night and just swing thru the Chick Fil A drive through and make that our dinner. Not fancy, and definitely a treat, but it was pretty nice to not have to come home and start dinner prep for both of us. And you gotta love clean-up that is as easy as crumbling a paper bag. 

Yesterday, Sunday, Camille slept in 45 minutes later than usual, until 7:45am. I was up at 6:30 so this gave me some nice time to have a little morning snack (chocolate almond milk, yum!) and do some Tipsy Bunny computer work. 

As soon as she woke up, I told her we had a special treat planned ... we got to go to the grocery store (her in her jammies, and with her trusty kitty sidekick, Georgie) and get breakfast from the breakfast bar! I let her pick out exactly what she wanted from the hot bar, and she went with grits, scrambled eggs, a few tater tots, a sausage link, and some cinnamon stewed apples. 

Ian got home yesterday around 2:30, and all of the sudden my little baby bestie wanted nothing more to do with me ... it was all about Dada, to the point of looking in my eyes, putting her hand on my shoulder and saying "OFF" to tell me to go away and leave them solo. She didn't need to tell me twice ... I was out the door and at the nail salon quicker than you can say "deluxe pedicure please." Well deserved, I think, after a very busy several days. Ian was super appreciative, and very encouraging that I deserved some solo time and that he had it all under control.

But you know what?

I missed Camille when I was there. Can't wait til she's older and we can go get mani-pedis together. :)