We had a beary, beary good weekend. Ha. All puns aside, if that picture of a baby bear doesn’t make you feel even the tiniest bit broody, you’re dead inside. Thanks to Stef, who gifted me this furry onesie for my baby shower.
Friday night was a quiet, Kid-less night in. Not baby-less, just Kid-less. Fireplace. Blankets. Crap TV and falling asleep on the couch. Chilled. Recovering from a hectic week in preparation for:
The Kid’s Sports Day. I missed most of it, unfortunately. Our house alarm was going off and someone had to go back and deal with it. I did manage to catch the long jump and The Kid’s favourite event of the day: lunch time.
On to our second event of the day – Tatum’s Third Birthday.
The birthday girl was far too gorgeous for words. The Shaun the Sheep theme was freakin’ rad, my Kid had a blast on the jumping castle with his cousins and The Toffee just slept the whole time I was there. Giving me time to catch up with faces I hadn’t seen in ages. And have a glass of ALCOHOL too. (First one in over a year!)
Saturday night, I slept. SLEPT ACTUAL SLEEP, YOU GUYS. From about 6pm, until 8AM Sunday morning, I was in bed sleeping. Okay, the baby woke up once or twice, but I still got some good shut-eye in between all that.
Sunday involved not-leaving-the-house and not-putting-on-real-pants. And a roast. Done in the pressure cooker (lent to us by the in-laws). With cauliflower and cheese sauce. And roast potatoes. Mashed butternut.
Now that the weekend is over, I kinda feel a bit like this: