Ah, yes. Weekends. Love'em or fear'em, we have them every week, regardless. These days I'm finding that I'm becoming more of a homebody than usual and loving the weekends with no plans. My reclusive behavior has come as a shock as some who know me (namely family members - as I have been known for my road running ways), but it has been welcome lifestyle change for me.
This weekend was full yet relaxing. And I mostly stayed home. This makes me smile.
It started on Friday when one of my best friends from college came over with her three great kids. We always have such a good time together and this time it was no different. Our kids play SO well together and they had an absolute ball swimming and playing on the new stellar swing set.
There's something about getting together with friends you've known and loved for over 20 years. It doesn't matter how much time has passed since the last time you saw them, you just pick up right where you left off. It's that easy comfort that says you can relax and be yourself. That's how it is when Beck comes to visit. We just pick right up where we were the last time we visited. We laugh and reminisce and sometimes we cry on one anothers shoulders. It matters little what the subject is, all we know is that we are lifelong friends and that's what's important.
Unfortunately, I have NO pictures of this awesome day. Can you believe it? I know. I am so lame. I just got caught up in visiting and plain forgot.
However, I do have one picture of Hope's first major spill that happened while my friend was here. Hope tripped into the coffee table. The coffee table caught her....ON THE CORNER OF HER EYE!
It was a nice shade of purple of Friday. It's now a lovely green.
Beck and her kiddos left in the wee hours of Saturday morning and we took advantage of an opportunity to sleep in. However, the three little girls and Monk all woke up either stuffy, snotty or with a sore throat. Ugh.
But never fear, Momma whipped up some homemade blueberry waffles and that helped everyone feel a little better.
We also started pumping the Echinacea and Vitamin C into everyone (including me!) to try and stop the germs from invading any further. Personally, I think there is nothing worse than a summer cold. Except a winter one.
Anyone else take pictures of their vitamins and herbs?
I also made a batch of chocolate chip cookies. 'Cause we all know a little chocolate goes a long way in making us feel better.
Or maybe that's just me. And food in general.
I'd been wanting to get a pedicure since my birthday, but the opportunity hadn't presented itself. Until today. Monk told me to knock myself out and go get my tootsies some much needed R&R.
Ahhhh....nothing better than freshly pedicured feet. Honestly, I don't like feet, in general (except baby feet. nothing better than kissing baby feet). The fact that I'm posting a picture of my own is more than disturbing to me.
Then to top off the day, Monk treated me to some Outback Steakhouse. I totally crave steak in pregnancy and a good steak, cooked medium, makes this momma OH, SO HAPPY! We ordered Curb Side Takeout, so once again, I wouldn't have to get out.
This is not a bad thing y'all. It was 104 degrees here on Saturday. Not exactly balmy. And when you're a hormonally charged heater, carrying an extra person inside of you, it doesn't take long to decide if you want to get out in this inferno we call Texas.
I was a little bummed as my steak was too done. Monk's was too (of course, you could put a band-aid on his and send it back out to graze - he likes'em bleedin'). I called the restaurant and let the manager know that this was the second time this has happened. He was a great guy and comped us for two future entrees. Woo-hoo! More steak in my future!
Sunday was spent at home with my ailing hubby and kiddos. I was still the healthy one of the bunch and I'm hoping and praying that the arsenal of vitamins and herbs that I'm taking will keep the wicked germs at bay. I so totally HATE being pregnant with a cold.
And then Sunday evening we enjoyed whooping it up while watching the Men's 4 x 100 Swimming Relay. Oooo, I love nothing more when one team starts talkin' smack about another team and then they get their hiney's spanked. My condolences to the French. HA!
Except Mr. Michael Phelps needed to pull his britches up!! Boy!!
And the evening ended by Monk and I cracking up at our sweet little Hope entertaining us by playing Peek-a-Boo with her pink blankie. I swear we yelled Peek-a-Boo 4 or 47 times!
And that, my friends, sums up the really great weekend around here.
Anybody do anything more exciting that eat overdone steak and get their toes painted?