This past weekend was one that I had been looking forward to for awhile now. No, not Father's Day, although I am blessed with a wonderful father and a husband who is a wonderful father to our girls. No, it wasn't my birthday, which just so happened to my 31st AND on the same day as Father's Day - can you say anticlimatic?!
We didn't actually hang out like that though - just for pictures! If you look at all the pictures from the weekend, it looks like that's the majority of what we did - take pictures. We were all in silly moods one night and took tons of posed pictures up on the roof. Yup, on the roof. Probably not the safest thing, but it was fun. Renee and Rachael are both super photogenic and both have spent time modeling as children. Not really, but it's the only way I can save face because in all the pictures they are sporting cool model-like poses and I'm kind of the goofball looking like I don't have a clue - every picture has at least one version when I'm doing the opposite of everyone else or my hair is in front of my face.
It was so nice to spend time with some of my closest friends and be silly and goofy and serious without worrying about entertaining Ella and Catherine. Of course I missed them the entire time, but it's nice to have some time away so I am able to miss them. Matt had heard from our parents how well they did, especially Ella (Catherine was missing mom a bit). On our way to pick them up on Sunday we were remarking on how happy we were that they were able to be away from us and do so well. I turned to Matt and said "you do know that this means they're going to be in horrible moods the whole way home." I wish I wasn't right, but I was. The excitement of their weekend wore off as soon as they got in the car with us and I spent the trip in full on entertainment mood - songs, food, (I was so desperate for the them to be happy that I gave them chocolate covered pretzels. The mess wasn't worth the few minutes of peace.) I-Spy and anything else I could think of to keep them happy.
Like I said before, turning 31 is pretty anticlimatic. Turning 31 on Father's Day is really anticlimatic. Thankfully I have good friends who made every effort to make me feel special and celebrated - is it bad to admit that I like that? Over gifts, I just like having a little bit of time when I feel special. Saturday at the beach we went out to dinner and then afterwards Rachael and Renee gave me some wonderful gifts that will get alot of use this summer. Renee also made me a beautiful cake at 11:00pm, and I think we actually ate it after midnight on my birthday. A true friend is one who will make a cake late at night after a long dinner that involved a few bottles of wine and lots of food. I told Renee I probably would have stuck a candle in a cookie! I feel like the whole weekend was a birthday present to me - being in bed at 9am....priceless.
Finally, to round out my post I have to comment on the bug bites that Catherine got while she was away. I've never seen anything like them. That is, until I googled mosquito bites on Google Images. And then I saw a lot of pictures that remind me of Catherine's legs. She has bites the size of silver dollars that are hard and oozy and scabby. It is painful for me to even look at them. Has anyone else experienced that with their kids? There isn't much we can do for her except give her Benadryl and put cream on them and watch them for infection. I'm going to have to invest in some good bug repellant, but I don't think I want something too harsh for her skin. Any suggestions?
I'll leave you all with my favorite picture of me and Matt from the beach weekend. Please ignore the large bruise on my arm. I'm not lying when I say I'm the goofy clueless one. I remember running into something at some point...I think.