1. I had my fourth shower on Sunday!! It was SO much fun. And I got exactly two pictures. (Well, about 5 takes of the same picture...but I'll only count that as one.)
Here we are with the fabulous hostesses- Amanda, Mollyanne, and Catherine. They did such an amazing job with everything- convincing people to come, making all of my favorite snacks and drinks, and having the supplies for an amazing scrapbook that everyone put together for Millie and me! Just picture all of these things in your head, since...yeah. Here's the only other picture I took. Let's hope Amanda remains friends with me after you see it. ;)
With my knack for photography and catching people at their best...it's a wonder folks aren't beating my door down for the chance at a photo shoot. Then again, they'd have to fight past the people waiting for the chance to hold Millie, so...things could get crazy. But for real. People love holding Millie. She doesn't seem to mind it much, either. Anyway, it was a wonderful shower and I had so much fun hanging out with friends from various groups. And Millie received a lot of really sweet presents!! So everybody wins.
2. I let Millie be a rugrat on Tuesday.
I know, I know. Judge away. I had to judge myself. In case you aren't me or Matt (unlikely, but it could happen) and you aren't sure what I mean by rugrat, let me define.
Rugrat (n): a baby or child that is not fully and/or cutely clothed and/or has a dirty face. May also have 'grocery store feet' (if walking).
I am normally firmly anti-rugrat status. I like Millie to be adorable, fully clothed, and to have a clean face. But if Matt is in charge, she often leans toward rugrat- hanging out in nothing but an unsnapped onesie with the residue from her last bottle still crusty on her cheek. He thinks it's cute. I typically don't. Until yesterday, when all by myself I made the decision that she should play outside like this:
Because SHUT UP- that is one cute rugrat. She'd spilled something on her shirt, so I was changing her outfit...and then I just saw how precious she was in her diaper and made the executive decision that we (well, she) would enjoy the warm weather in the almost-buff. Besides, she'd probably just spit up on the clean shirt, anyway...this is really the more environmentally friendly choice.
Look at that adorable drool hanging off her chin. I was so committed to rugrat-status that I didn't even think to take a burp cloth out with us. When she spit up, I just wiped it on my own t-shirt. So basically I was a Mama Rugrat. Two of a kind.
I texted Matt a picture. Naturally, he approved.
We spent a good 20 minutes outside being rugrats. When we went in for a nap (on my chest, cause when she's that cute...I just can't put her in the RnP to sleep), we kept our good thing going.
Only time will tell if my new and liberal stance on rugratiness will stick, but dang. She was super cute.
3. We're going to the pumpkin patch (farm) on Saturday!! And I am so excited I can hardly focus. I know it's silly- Camilla is going to be completely oblivious and get NOTHING out of this...it's really for me. But like...'go to the pumpkin patch with my child' has been on my wishful to-do list for like fifty years. I finally have the chance. I refuse to wait another year. Also, there is kettle corn. So like...yeah. And we're meeting some blog friends there! And the weather is going to be freaking amazing- high of 65!!!! So please excuse me as I use 400 exclamation points to express my enthusiasm. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and also, please note Matt's reaction to the news that we are going to be meeting friends at the pumpkin patch.
E: Hey, we're going to meet some of my friends at the pumpkin patch.
M: Cool. Friends? Or blog friends?
E: Ummm...blog friends, but they can just count as friends, you know. We've met them in person before.
M: Oh. Let me guess, is her name Amanda?
M: [thinks he is hilarious because in his opinion, ALL BLOG FRIENDS ARE NAMED AMANDA. Which is pretty much true, but somehow I just don't find it as hilarious as he does. Besides, he still doesn't actually know who we're meeting...since I really do have like 12 blog friends named Amanda...]
Anyways. I cleared up the which-Amanda situation and we're good to go. But seriously. I wish parents in the 80s were a little more creative naming their baby girls...
Alright, well...my ability to form cohesive sentences is quickly waning, so we'll leave it at three. Have a happy day!